~ Unhandyman ~
The weather man
says there'll be broken clouds.
I sit outside beneath them,
and try to figure out
how they might be fixed, but,
because I have no knowledge
or experience in cloud repair,
I cannot recognize the flaws,
or determine which tools
will be right for the mend,
and the only ladder I have
is buried beneath junk in the garage,
and, sadly, way too short,
so therefore,
useless.
D. B. Tompsett
....this poem is lovely
....this poem is lovely
I Agree With wemni
just lovely and well constructed - so much of you in there, so much thought in there - the way you think is precious and just fab to read. Thanks for the sharing. May all your clouds remain in good repair - Just Bein' Stella