Poems: "Worn" and "Patched"

[alee_grrl]

So I have managed to write two shorter poems the past few weeks. "Patched" was actually written first, but I put it second here because it flows thematically from the first.


Worn

I am worn
thin
like the denim
between my thighs
expectation
rubs against
reality
my soul grows hot
from the friction
nerves stretch
fray
rough-edged
fragile
I am worn


Patched

I have held my soul together
with duct tape and bailing wire
gorilla glue and odd bits of string

My heart's been patched
my nerves stretched to breaking
soothed and mended

I'm a practical girl, I use what's to hand
sometimes it's all you got
but hey, all these years and I'm still here.

Comments

[jelazakazone]

DST=daylight savings time

Yes, I think that you have done a good job of creating a mood with simple words and images that really translate well. I don't think the poems themselves are tired, but the mood is tired. Nothing wrong with that, especially when that's what they are reflecting and representing.

I like to encourage creative expression, whatever the form. So if something strikes me, I try very hard to comment. Ie, you are welcome!

[alee_grrl]

DST=daylight savings time
Ah yes, that was today. No wonder I'm having a hard time thinking.

I really do appreciate the comments. It means a a lot to me. :) Thank you.

And now I'm off to bed before I fall asleep over the keyboard.