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.
Stuart Larner
first broadcast on:
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17/06/1995
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The
Northern Line
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Huddersfield
FM Community Radio
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