Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Gum on a Bedpost (mid life faith)



Stuck
like gum on a bedpost
stale

dried hard
and used

in dire need of
reconstitution
or a
waste basket

where is my child
who would pop it back in,
work it out,
and believe it perfectly good?


Patricia Spreng


15 comments:

  1. There is more than one way of looking at things, isn't there?

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  2. Hi Megan... yep, it's true... different perspectives at different times of life. Thanks for stopping by = )

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  3. I love the image in this poem. It is the child in us that is able to work it out.

    Peace,
    Milton

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  4. What a perfect image -- stale gum stuck on a bedpost -- just says it all. I love when people take the unexpected to make me think, and that's exactly what you've done here :)

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  5. mmm nice...felt...a child cares little for its staleness....it can find something good in it yet...smiles.

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  6. nice. I like the shift in style there at the end, really a nice and light voice throughout. Enjoyed. Thanks

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  7. nice ... children are so much more daring, so much more optimistic ... when and why do we learn to stop seeing life/faith/everything like that?

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  8. This is a wonderful image of being STUCK.... Sometimes it seems children are better at becoming 'unstuck' than adults are!

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  9. Good use of the metaphor of a stale gum stuck on a bedpost ~ Hopefully things can be worked out ~

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  10. Great image, Pat. I hope it all works out.

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  11. celebrating reinvention
    the child within us perhaps

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  12. Oh, gross.

    (I reckon if it elicits a response, it was a successful poem, aye?)

    ;-)

    Blessings.

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