One day I closed my eyes, and challenged myself to write a poem on the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes again. Since I was sitting at my desk at the time, the thing I saw was a cellotape dispenser.
The Cellotape Dispenser
Clung to its roll cellotape hides, clever,
Clearly eluding the keenest nail and eyes
That search its circumference for ever
Tensely hunting the slightest nick to prise.
Like cellotape we hide the tortured end
Of life’s crude tears and long twisting stresses
And when we are called upon again some part to mend
Our strengths tangle into weaknesses.
But the dispenser, a friend of measure,
Will keep an outstretched hand so clear and free.
The cutter zips. The bond grows with pressure
And clearly through it all we learn to see
How with simple help at various lengths
From weaknesses can come our greatest strengths.
first broadcast on:
The Northern Line
Huddersfield FM Community Radio
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