Just Another Brick in the Wall

(the pen took off)

so the world has lost its sparkle
and spins unrecognizable on its far
too wobbly axis
my eyes are dimmed by disappointment
at what they see
while all those bucket list possibilities
are looking like tin soldiers standing
to attention

not to mention the hundreds of poems
waiting to be published
or the unfinished mosaic or the pastel
paintings buried in the back of the
bedroom wardrobe

it’s no longer about being the tallest
tree in the forest
sometimes you grow by standing still
taking stock of what you’ve got
helping others grow
spending time with the sick and old
and spreading layers of love in the
family garden
nurturing the flowers of the future
lending a helping hand
making life smoother where creases
occur in the day to day

i know I could have achieved more
but what for
it’s ok to be a building block
i don’t mind being a brick in the wall
i have no desire to be the castle

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

As a fine poet, you are an important brick in that wall, each brick needs to be there and strong or the wall will crumble. And that is pure devastation if it would happen because all the castles around us seem to be crumbling.
j.

[Thomas W Case]

You’ve carved quiet honor out of ordinary days—solid, patient, human.
Even as the world wobbles, your steady hands plant blooms no one else will notice.