Short Spackle Poems

as I get ready to repaint my love
I'm covering all these cracks with spackle
I realize just how many are left
and there may not be enough plaster

I'm gonna use a more vivid color
to repaint this shade of blue
as soon as I figure what shade that is
when love enters and I start anew...

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Bag of tricks contest sponsored by Linda-Marie
2 tankas 5/7/5/7/7
 
Concealer 
by Doris Culverhouse

Concealer covers
Restless nights, wrinkles and age
Spackle for the face
My bag of tricks will contain
Light and dark sticks for all flaws

Keep those telling flaws
closely covered never let
others see the real
superficial me later
Imperfections are pure...

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He dreams of thin chickens pecking at a dirt floor.
A big brown teapot is stuffed with scraps of poetry;
words waiting to be led out like bawling cattle
into the haze and dust.

As he does every day, he seeks some less worked earth
to plant words into, hopes they will mature into
filler, grout, and spackle to patch up his wormwood.
Mostly they scatter on a dry wind
until night reclaims them....

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Its not hardship
Its surviving
Its not a journey
Its the way

Its not a tear
Its a spackle in the eye
Its not a yawn
Its waking up

Its not a sorrow
Its a pain
Its not birth
Its productivity

Its not a mistake
Its a lesson
Its not hearing
Its listening

Its not creativity
Its a blessing
Its not a feeling
Its an emotion

Its not a habit
Its a living
Its not the end
Its continues...

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Third Floor

Reality distraction
staples in the wall of my loneliness
plastered over
to gain permanency
but as a lightweight spackle,
haphazardly poised on the rusty putty knife,
is used to smooth out 
the wall
with childlike enjoyment
staples find freedom 
flying...

down below someone utters
uninterruptible profanity


Celery

hard times
and they told me those are 
the celery sticks cracking
kid...

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