Broken Crayons

This poem needs no explanation. It was written almost twenty years ago and has not seen the light of day as it has been kept in my files all this time. It is a relevant one  I feel…just as it was when it was written back in 1998. It is a common story, more common than we want to admit. It is probably one of the saddest and realistic poems I have ever written.  I do not wonder where this “broken crayon” is now.  On any given day in our streets, in a store or at a movie theater, “broken crayons” are everywhere…

Photo by Anna Blake Godbout

Perfect father, paint-brushed mother,
living in a palette of water-colored dreams
diluted by lost expectations, assumed possibilities,
ignore muffled sobs
within the imperfect child they left
to flourish beneath the guise of contentment.

The carefree boy leaves scribbles on a wall
next to the closed kitchen door.
The angry teen leaves muddy footprints
on polished hardwood floors;
resolves to shatter the whitewashed mask,
covering up a proper upbringing.

He shrugs between the spoken and the unsaid,
suppressing reasons why he’s flawed.
Crying in a tunnel of his own fabrication,
he sits cross-legged on shards
of broken crayons.

Poem In Your Pocket Day

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Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day-no matter where you are or what you are doing, scribble down a few poetic lines of yours or a poem you love or even memorized-fold it up and put it in your pocket. Read it to others, read it in a quiet moment, savor your words and just tuck your poetic voice close to your heart. You will love it…and for a moment…just “catch the wind”. It is so needed. In my pocket lies a very unedited version of a poem I wrote so long ago titled “Catch the Winds”. Maybe I will included it in the second volume of Journey On:Life in Small Pieces. Yes! That’s the new title!