Painting window frames
It is the
layer upon layer
that defends
the wooden core
from the elements
from all
nature hurls at it
scorching sun, driving rain
so it remains
protected and unchanged
unwithered by the
hand of Time
The layers
we place upon
ourselves
we must periodically
tear down
and expose
our core
to the elements of Life
its trials
its challenges
its experiences
so we
do not remain
wooden
protected and unchanged
but grow stronger
with Time's passage


6 Comments:
Wonderful! This made me smile - so aptly put. Love it.
Spent a lot of time on window frames this weekend?
3:51 PM
Your our very talented Try Poet besides the Try Piggy and Try music teacher!
7:59 PM
Wonderfully said - Reminds of Shrek talking about "ogres are like onions...". :-)
Oei, whaddaya mean "high 60s, 70s" is hot? That would be considered a cool day in Singapore!
2:25 AM
Hee. Painted poetry, how refreshing!
60s 70s? Yikes, makes our 90s feel like winter : )
2:48 PM
your poem,
i'm smiling.
trade your heat for our rain?
1:45 PM
You're a poet and I didn't even know it:) Enjoy the window frames.
1:15 AM
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