Today is a two-fer. I had a homework assignment from The Daring Way to create something about authenticity and shame. And then Napowrimo.net suggested that we “write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like. If that sounds a bit hard, remember that one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems was about a wall.”
So, here is my poem on authenticity, shame, and construction. And here, or at the bottom, well, I made a youtube thing…
Be authentic, they said
And so I began to build a dwelling
Brick by brick, carefully placing each by hand
Striving for stability and strength
Until Shame arrived, snickering and swaggering
And knocked my framework down.
Through tears, I saw a few bricks still in place
And so I began to build again
Stronger this time and determined
To cement my bricks with confidence
And courageous vulnerability
Until this time Shame brought an axe.
Through clearing dust, I saw walls still standing
And noticed, gratefully,
That Shame had only made a window
So I finished sills and sashes
And hung the brightest curtains
And dared Shame to look me in the eye.
And Shame snickered and swaggered
But kept a leery distance.
So I got back to work again
With truer bricks and better plans,
Crafting glorious arches, and windows
To welcome in the light.
~ Liesl Dineen 2014