Putting it together.


I am piecing this shell together, of broken thoughts and
dislocated spirit. One at a time, I bring each piece together
but see that there is no glue that can fix these pieces without
an obvious seam.

This here, is supposed to be a hard muscular organ, with four
chambers. It is paper thin now, and the walls flutter with an
anxious fibrillation of dread, and muted rhythms that tell tales
of another time, and another life.

I think I need to bring a piece of smile and staple it to this side
of my face. It doesn’t really matter if the eyes don’t smile. Just
so that there is some semblance to the skeletal shell of my being.

No matter I live in the lap of this earth, I will return to it, with patches
of mended efforts, of half a smile, of the slow drum beat of paper thin
chambers of the heart–

and the broken bones and the bruises
will come together, each in their own fashion, and be recognized
by The Potter once again.

©ZSA June 2015.



About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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11 Responses to Putting it together.

  1. slmret says:

    The heart needs continued attention from birth onward — but I can’t imagine you without those always-smiling eyes — I think they are just as important as the heart in defining you!

  2. jstnotherday says:

    That first sentence captures so much for me.

  3. The poem fits the current political situation in the US. There are so many shattered hearts and dreams.

  4. Thank you for sharing your poem, Zakiah! You have beautifully expressed some feelings I’ve had the past 2 weeks.

    I am sitting here crying, because I have felt like my spirit/soul IS dislocated…I still feel such shock and sadness.

    But, I’m crying, also, (joy-tears) because knowing people such as you are in the world makes me hopeful and happy.

    Yes, we have broken pieces, scars, bruises, seams…I think they make us wiser and more beautiful. And they draw others to us, because others are in need of healing, too.

    (((HUGS))) 🙂

  5. r_hsw says:

    what doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger and wiser.

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