Poem Spam.

[aquabean]

Handyman
by Barton Sutter

The morning brought such a lashing rain
I decided I might as well stay inside
And tackle those jobs that had multiplied
Like an old man's minor aches and pains.
I found a screw for the strikerplate,
Tightened the handle on the bathroom door,
Cleared the drain in the basement floor,
And straightened the hinge for the backyard gate.
Each task had been a nagging distraction,
An itch in the mind, a dangling thread;
Knocking a tiny brass brad on the head,
I felt an insane sense of satisfaction.
Then I heard a great crash in the yard.
The maple had fallen and smashed our car.

Comments

[trensaddiction.livejournal.com]

That's just so... well, it resonates. Gotta love a well-written sonnet, and the idea that no matter how much you fix, there will always be at least one more thing you should have. XD

[runefallstar.livejournal.com]

Where would we be if life didn't give us a million small projects to make us feel useful and needed?

Besides, it's a sign that fate has a rather dry sense of humour. Heh!