fingers push
dimples form
shape erupts
then folds over
squeezing tight
massage, caress
pulled and torn
complete duress
again rejoined
fingerprints adorn
i am reborn.
Life can feel like play dough sometimes. Pinched and pulled, folded and smooshed, poked and prodded and left in a lump to harden and crack in the afternoon sun. Ugly and unremarkable.
Until a whisper on the wind reminds me...
You are not ordinary.
You are extraordinary.
The flaws that you see,
Are fingerprints, left by me.
You are beautiful.
And so are you.
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- Brian Miller
- Married to the most amazing woman and dad of two adventurous boys. I am figuring out what life has in store next. Enjoy the journey.
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46 comments:
Really nice!Listen to wind,he knows.
I'm first!I never been first in anything,a day to remember HAHA!lol :D
I look like playdoh when I see myself in the mirror!!!! hahaha! I have been off of work, I took the day off from posting! :)
I love this. Its so true!
Belated birthday wishes- sorry I missed it! I have just been catching up with everyone.
I love playdough- used to make it by the bucket full and always had some on the side ready to go. I can almost feel a wistful longing for grandmotherhood coming on (almost).
We don't usually see the beauty in ourselves.
What a lovely post.....
;o)
S
awesome I love the analogy
How precious this is. You must work with children to have these feelings.
I'm kind of drying up and cracking like play-doh. Now where is that wind....
Why thank you!
Such nice thoughts.
True! We are all works of art, unique and wonderful.
@candie - yes he does...congrats on the special moment, being first and all...lol.
@otin - mee too at times...the good thing with playdoh is you can always reshape it...
@beautiful - smiles.
@cinnamon - thanks for the birthday wishes...was great. i love playdoh too...oh, grandmotherhood...exciting...lol. no we dont a shame.
@open heart - smiles.
@darsden - smiles.
@lakeviewer - as a matter of fact, i do. they keep me young.
@blueviolet - blowing wind your way..
@bonnie - your welcome.
@wings - especially Gleep...
Brian, a lovely entry today. An absolute necessary reminder for a lot of us. You have touched me today.
Everyone needs to be told that every day. :)
I can still remember the smell of playdough...nothing like it!
What a lovely post! I loved play dough as a kid and how fun is it to remember how you can make anything out of a pile of mush. When I'm having a not so good day, this will be what I will try to remember. . how God molds us and re-molds us daily. We are ever changing vessels!
Thanks!!!
Pinched, pulled, folded and smooshed...that's exactly how I feel after this morning's Pilates class.
I loved that!!
hehe...I want to joke and say, the beauty of play dough drying is that you can always buy more, there is more where that came from...hehe but your thoughts are so true, the relation unique and comprehensive
Brian, this is beautiful. I'm glad to be playdough in His hands. I know I can be reshaped in his image and I have to be reshaped daily!
A beautiful analogy Brian, and so true!
Oh you beautiful man, I love this, it's wonderful, playful, philosophical and always, lovely :)
Nice post - some days I can certainly relate to the dried up lump left in the sun...
there is NOTHING like fresh play-dough.
Awww! That is beautiful. :)
Big sigh. That made me smile.
Very nice.
xo
If only we could all simply accept ourselves for what we are. What a more peaceful world it would be.
I feel like a heap of playdoh at times!
Like to get my fingers on it when I can!
True post!
I really like the play dough poem. Nice!!
Is life like play dough when I make little people for fun just to smash them?
Yes, I am in a good mood, it is that time of the month!!! LOL! Out of context, this comment will look crazy!
Hey bro. Life has been crazy. I've been out of town a bit and stuff at WEC is insane. I'd love to hear about FL. Keep me posted.
So well put, Brian!
I used to love making snakes out it and the feeling of rolling it.
Ah...childhood memories.
play doh never sounded so...beautiful.
It's our flaws that make us interesting, yes?
It would appear I need a whiff of play dough now.
i love the playdough poem! haha.
It captured it so well - the way you mash and push it to create something interesting - a shape - a blob.
this is simply sensational, well done Brian. wordwand
magical writing,
a perfect poem!
Keep working on it.
It is the perfect poem.....you are the fingerprints left by me...I just love this.....bkm
I understand this perfectly. Some days I feel a bit like the lump that was left stuck in the carpet. Your ending was just the right assurance!
I used to play with Play dough when i was a kid! :] Good poem with deep meaning. -joe
wwwooowwww.... brian that was beautiful :)
/You are not ordinary.
You are extraordinary.
The flaws that you see,
Are fingerprints, left by me.
/
perfect ending :D
The first part of the poem alone was amazing, then you took it into FURTHER greatness with an extraordinary explanation. Love it!
This is so good. Such a fresh look at all of the things that seem wrong with us. I can relate to this.
thank you, alan
I like the mixture of poetry and prose.
Yes we are all special and extraordinary. If only everyone could know this about themselves...Nice. Heartspell
Nice poem Brian!nice way of looking at things...Keep it up!
this is so sweet :) I love it!
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