a rib missing her hollow cage!Would your heart be mended
with my thousand kisses
to turn back the clock?
Would my spirit find you
just before you were beaten?
Would you know me when
I blew that dandelion to reach you?
Would you feel me
when my first wish
made by the birthday candles?
Would my arms outstretch enough
to fend off the cold regrets?
I have always been there with you
we are in a code of frequency
wave and light in sync
with one breath
no wonder
we were deaf and dumb before
we vibrated into one another
here we are
orchestrating a masterpiece
in perfection
you saw the cracks
wanted to fix me
by your motherly love
but…but…
i ain’t broken
your love isn’t enough
cos
you aren’t the
rain
two cracked pots bare bellies having a yarn
one whines about how he never gets mended
one whinges about his sorrow of being forgotten
the arvo sun is scotching their spilled soil
one is watching his fracture snapping further
one is shedding his tears in vain
two buttocks looking dark clouds squeezing out some rain
then the thunder shouts
‘Get your head out of your ass mate!’
two cracked pot bare bellies paying attention
one says ‘Righto! There is rain there is growth. Who gives a toss about my broken frame.’
one yells ‘No dramas! I was never your league anyway. Shove your snob up your backside!’
two months gone by
two cracked pots cheering each other
one tells of how his brokenness turns into art
one praises the contentment of thriving
the moral of the story
you know what I mean Valvoline
Flicker of Thoughts 