LIFE IN BITS AND PIECES

We live in bits and pieces,
a junk drawer full of memories,
moments held close to heart
that start to fray on the ends
and sends you careening into fits
of rage and bits and pieces.

It never ceases these bits
and pieces of fleece that smell
like her perfume all these years
here after. Shards of laughter
stuck in the rafters of a mind
in which he would come to find

words and scraps of paper,
pieces upon which he had written
skits and bits of humorous falderal!
Post-its hosting numbers and names
gone up in the flames of a pathetic pyre,
a fire that was once desire and is now

not long for this world. A dervish of a girl
spinning in a whirl of dust and debris,
and me ready to steady the tumult,
a Walt at the ready to repair what was
laid bare, a life rife with a smattering
of tattered thoughts and ideas, pleas

for a quick end (please give me a quick end)
and a friend with which to trade barbs
and count carbs as the passage of time.
Lengthy rhymes that were once big hits now spread
as bits and left in pieces of peace
praying for a new lease on these bits and pieces,

or a bigger junk drawer to hold this shrapnel
well meant to be moments held close to the heart.
Always a good start. We live in bits and pieces.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides – Prompt #393: Piece

Offered at dVerse Poets Pub – OLN #196

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18 thoughts on “LIFE IN BITS AND PIECES

  1. I’d read this yesterday at Poetic Asides but didn’t comment. Only because I waver sometimes between feeling intimidated by such a skillful pen, and then just taking some time to reread and think about the words. Anyway, I thought this was really beautiful then and the words still left me breathless even after reading it a couple of times…okay several times.

  2. There are some really effective internal rhymes in this one, Walter: cease/pieces, skits/bits/post-its, pyre/fire/desire, after/laughter/rafters, to name but a few! Lots of echoes of her, even the smell of her perfume. Made me tearful, especially the ‘a bigger junk drawer to hold this shrapnel
    well meant to be moments held close to the heart’.

  3. We all have our junk drawers where we toss memories/experiences that don’t seem to fit neatly anywhere. I admire your internal rhyming i.e. “a life rife with a smattering
    of tattered thoughts and ideas, pleas.” Hope you can put together some pieces of peace.

  4. Fascinating language Walt:
    Shards of laughter
    stuck in the rafters of a mind
    in which he would come to find

    words and scraps of paper,
    pieces upon which he had written
    skits and bits of humorous falderal!

    I think there’s lots of stuffing in the rafters of my mind, (and yours too)

  5. Well written, ideed! I think the older we are the more we feel the significance of what is in those drawers, and I have several. If we revisit and resort it every once in a while we need the items less and take more memories with our souls when we go.

  6. I pray for a quick end too ~ But really our lives are filled with bits and pieces as we become older ~ Its a challenge to throw out stuff that we don’t need anymore ~

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