I’m collecting broken pieces,
sharp edges scattered on the floor,
the strange shards, the impossible dust,
no, even that sounds clichéd,
like a wounded wail silenced before its end;
who cries into nothingness?
how do you pick up mangled parts
and build yourself again,
without hands, without eyes?
I’m growing a new soul in a petri dish,
(not that I think much of souls)
but who can tell what was there, what is missing,
there’s that three legged cur
that scrounges for scraps by the temple wall,
does he realise
what those looks mean,
bemused, mocking,
the fleeting pity
before the devout rush in to find their god?
how does he pray for a leg
no one told him he must have?
I’m watching as that soul grows,
a purple stain like spreading twilight,
it has a voice now,
talking, talking all the time,
there, it says, there, you forgot that pasty bit,
without it, what will you be,
black resin, like melting night,
the darkness that was inside you,
put it back, glue it in,
without it, what can you be,
without it, how will you know the light?
I’m debating with a laboratory soul,
without a mouth, without lies,
scrounging for darkness in purple twilight,
with it, what should I be?
Nicely written and a thought maker of a read. Love the petri soul- we take hold of our parts, daily,weekly as we age. Is a soul included of the sum of our parts? …bkm
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Is it indeed! Thanks so much.
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Ooh! These are deep questions for so early in the morning, lol. I like the way you leave them as questions, to be pondered if one will, rather than closing them off with answers.
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Thanks Rosemary🙂
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Growing a new soul in a petri dish, eh? Now THAT could be either exciting or absolutely horrific. One never knows…
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Thanks Magic 🙂
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wow, intense!
“how does he pray for a leg” : he’s busy just surviving, i think.
your poem reminds me of how man is trying to play god, whether to create or destroy life.
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Thank you… that’s a new direction!
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Philosophy make living so hard as in reality we can only live our lives as best we can for I am sure the dog with just three legs never remembers having lost one as he has so much living to do..
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Like the positivity Robin, but contemplation may be required to get answers, so we can indeed live the best way we possibly can. Thanks so much.
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An interesting, eloquent poem that expresses some primal reflections that are intrinsic to philosophical thought.
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Thanks so much Wendy. Highly appreciated.
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“…(not that I think much of souls)” 🙂 or I of petri the dish 🙂 …I think we are all in the “dish” 🙂
Clever write ❤
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Thanks ZQ… we are all in some petri dish, yeah that sounds about right!
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I can see that poor street dog, by the temple wall, and like the lines about him praying for a lost leg.
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Thank you Sherry.
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So many great images to this one… that one of twilight like a purple stain is haunting.
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Thanks so much Matthew.
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Wow! You slay me, how you find the perfect images and link them in allegory:
“how does he pray for a leg
no one told him he must have …”
The dog, the soul in a petri dish, the poor hopeful and hopeless scientist/god! Oh help us! We need the leg, or the idea of one.
And thank you for writing this poem!
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Thanks Susan for being such a fabulous reader. You always get to the core of the poem, appreciate that so much.
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Your laboratory images of Petri dishes is especially well used.. the image of bacteria growing is very disturbing…
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Oops.. a poem that wrote itself in quick time.. did turn out a little dark I think, but I didn’t try and edit it.
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The question “What should I be?” is a profound one.
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Thanks Mary.
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I’m watching as that soul grows,
a purple stain like spreading twilight,
it has a voice now,
talking, talking all the time,
there, it says, there, you forgot that pasty bit,
without it, what will you be,
black resin, like melting night,
the darkness that was inside you,
put it back, glue it in,
without it, what can you be,
without it, how will you know the light?
Gorgeousness overload!! ❤️❤️
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Thank you Sanaa. 🙂
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one of the most profound of poems I’ve read for a long while – thick with allusion and nebulous feelings – especially love:
“how does he pray for a leg
no one told him he must have?”
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Thanks so much Laura. Much appreciated.
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A wow from me too – a fantastic write.
Regrettably we all need a little darkness in our soul for how else would we know right from wrong?
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Thanks so much Anna. 🙂
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Now there’s some interesting form. Well written!
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Thanks Suyash.
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Wow…a bit bizarre and disturbing! I think a soul reflects God’s image and ultimately must break out (of the lab, the body) and return to Him.
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Thanks Lynn.
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Intense.
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A little bit, yes 🙂 Thanks Asha.
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