Silly Things To Do With String
I have tied my shoes together
and then wondered why I could not move
wrapped floss around my heart so tight
that no love could get in
forgot I tied string around my finger
or even what the string was for
I have knitted rainbows in skies
without stars or hope to swing on
then in a moment of weak rage snipped
the rainbow into a thousand brilliant pieces.
I bind my stomach up in twisted knots
over things I could do nothing about
And cried when the pressure was too
tightly wound with fear to let go.
I find myself dangling by my last inch
of thread so many times I have lost count.
I tied-dyed my youth in colors of bold statements
and wishful yearnings of tomorrows
And polished the car with its used up rags
long after I middle aged it
And when the line drew tight in the water
I was sure I had snagged the BIG ONE
only to reel in someone else's old shoe that
I treated like new before throwing it back
Bound and gagged by my own hands
I sit in my self-righteous puddle, muddled
waiting to have my sacrifice noticed,
then no one ever did.
I have been a Christmas present
wrapped in nothing but a big red bow
Only to be twined like old newspapers in
February and set out for the trash
I have followed a line of thought only
to be left with a question mark ?
I have been tongue tied and hog tied and tied
at the hip with one I should have never known
I have even tied the knot
though never think I could do it again.
But now I am unraveling at both ends with out
a Boy Scout who wants to earn a merit badge
in knot tying.