Unofficially a blog that's been shut down, you might still find the occasional post here where I mention something about exercise, rant/comment on life, or post my amateur third-person poetry.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

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:

Blogger Backofpack said...

Wonderful! This made me smile - so aptly put. Love it.

Spent a lot of time on window frames this weekend?

3:51 PM

 
Blogger Kurt said...

Your our very talented Try Poet besides the Try Piggy and Try music teacher!

7:59 PM

 
Blogger Kewl Nitrox said...

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

 
Blogger Runner Susan said...

Hee. Painted poetry, how refreshing!

60s 70s? Yikes, makes our 90s feel like winter : )

2:48 PM

 
Blogger massoman said...

your poem,
i'm smiling.

trade your heat for our rain?

1:45 PM

 
Blogger Unknown said...

You're a poet and I didn't even know it:) Enjoy the window frames.

1:15 AM

 

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