I Want to be a Real Boy
I want to be a real boy
For the telling of one story, then another
We were beautiful once
Then chips and lines
A crack
Evidence of erosion
The strings need replacing
There should be more paint
And maybe I could have more writing
For the show
We were lean
But then came dessication
We thought we knew better
Than Gepetto,
Went out on our own
For metamorphosis
With the final threads
Last ligaments
We crawl home
To beg the crafter use some skill
Toward our repentance
Being in the world
Has not made us real
The question presses into
All the places that were open,
Bleeding
To the sky
What might happen
Once I’m better
Tears would warp fine lines
Now fixed
But if I might split open
As lightning opens night,
I must do something
Maybe I could talk with the maker
For allowance
Then gather experience
And evidence more carefully
Little do I know
A shark, big enough for two or three
Or maybe more,
Is on the way
C L Couch
Escultura articulada de Pinotxo, Museu Internacional de Titelles d’Albaida (MITA).
Joanbanjo – Own work
The Adventures of Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi
(1883)
clcouch123 
February 10, 2019 at 7:22 pm
The process of aging, of sickness. Little children who grow & things happen, mental, physical and otherwise. I have a feeling you would feel this most keenly w/ your health condition. Perhaps it is something you’ve always been aware of, even as a youth? I understand you to a degree w/ my own sickness. That feeling of being old when I was in my 20’s. I’ve had some great improvements, but this winter and past January have been a step back w/ the light do low. Light perhaps is so key for all of us,& I think in ignoring Jepwtos words, or Gods in Eden, we struggle metaphorically and physically etc to find light, though we thought we were walking into it. How foolish we think now, for it was darkness we found.
The shark you speak of worries me ‘Megeladon’ or a metaphor for the devil. Or perhaps new or old creatures to make us this way. Illness, but worse?
I worry for you? But like any poem and poet I’m sure fiction and real-life bleed together. The speaker is not always the poet, even in one poem.
Praying for you that you feel better and find don’t gealing, relief from Pain. That the sharks stay away.
But the Lord says, “Do not cling to events of the past or dwell on what happened long ago. Watch for the new thing I am going to to do. It is happening already — You can see it now! I will make a road through the wilderness and give you streams of water there. ( Isaiah 43:18-19)
I have these verses on a list on my phone. They are called ‘Bible Verses of Hope’ And when I’m sad or feeling frustrated I look at these. I hope this helps you today.
Hugs my friend. 🤗