Master Builder
an urgent pulse
of light in the window
my anxious grasp
of pen and paper
before words escape
into the dangers
of this ordinary
day scattered
among orange peels
and the small bright pieces
you snap together
to build a world
where the good ones
always win
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I like the two line thought structure and each transition to the next and find myself stopping and reading it backwards. The last thought has so much depth to me, the key word being “ones” , thanks
Thank you,Steve,for your generous words.
You nudged me to read it backwards,and I was pleasantly amazed at what I found.
I like how you express time and when u say the good ones always win
I feel a pull inside of me agreeing and arguing against it questioning it.
I am so pleased that you experience that tension in the poem’s last two lines. So do I!!
I like the play of the title with the poem.
Thanks!!
Love the juxtaposition of these two images, and the idea that you can use “small bright pieces” to “build a world”:
“among orange peels
and the small bright pieces
you snap together
to build a world”
And then the ending slays me.
I always appreciate how you see the small things I do within a poem!