Tuesday, May 12, 2015

I Play With Broken Toys

I play with broken toys,

the dolls with missing eyes
and three wheeled fire trucks.

I don’t go looking for
broken toys
but they seem to find me:

orphaned teddy bears
with stained bellies
and torn seams.

I collect my broken toys
and refuse to honor
our disposable culture.

I play with my broken toys
enjoying them,
accepting their shattered dignity
and trying to see the grandeur
of their former nobility,
but I don’t fix my broken toys.

I can’t
because I’m a broken toy too.

9 comments:

  1. I used to like to collect perfect shells and now I like them broken and much more interesting. I like old toys. I like that they find you.

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    1. Thanks, I relate to the imperfection.

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  2. Oh, this got to me. Beautiful, Mosk.

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    1. Thanks, there are a lot of broken toys out there.

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  3. fragile and true ~

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    1. Yes, in a rare moment, I shocked myself. Thanks.

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