I As the Glue
If life is a picture frame
gilded in youth
patinaed with years
I as the glue
smiled every new detail into place
while brokering breached corners’ return
entreating squabbles’ chips back to rim
but glue
ages dries
cracks cries
breaks down tires
weeps
as fragments
shatter
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Interesting title–pulls me into the poem. Intriguing extended metaphor. The way you have the ending stanza arranged enhances the poem’s meaning.
brokering breached corners–such a delicious compilation of words.
love the way you put words together and the way the second stanza unravels the first
Love the sounds in this poem! And the second stanza is structurally “broken,” as is the glue–nice when the structure echoes the subject–well-done.