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A Well Placed Mess
by Chris Sorrenti
with thanks to Barb R
for providing the inspiration
Climbing out of bed
I shake the weariness from my head
another day realizing what a mess I am
but I’ve got talents
a few special gifts
meant to bring order to this life
And though quite disorganized
this mess I am’s well placed
nurtured in an environment of
compassion and love
giving me strength
to pick up the scattered pieces of myself
one day in Heaven
shine a pinnacle of tidiness
© 1989
Revised © 2014
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10/22/2014 Author's Note: Title piece to namesake collection. It and the concept that eventually evolved actually originated 15 years before, based on an experience I had back in high school. I was coming home on the bus one night, and babbling like an idiot, as I tended to do in those days. A girl sitting on the seat in front of me, turned around and said, “WILL YOU SHUT UP?” I quickly responded with my own question, “ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME?” She then very cleverly replied, “NO, YOU’RE ALREADY MADE, AND WHAT A MESS!” As you can see, words have a habit of sticking with me, as well as the emotional impact of the experiences that inspire them.
Posted on 10/23/2014
Copyright © 2025 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 10/23/14 at 12:03 PM This describes many of us, and I woke up this morning feeling the same way as this poem states. It made me smile. Nice write. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/26/14 at 12:57 PM I can understand why you would not forget that retort from that girl, as it was quite clever and quick, and opportunistic as if she had been waiting her entire life to spring it on someone who just so happened to be a poet in the making. I suppose it is incidences like those that turn us into poets or are the fodder for creating such. |
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