I feel the grief behind my eyes, in my throat
I did not realise that it was there till just now
It is the reason the world has gone flat
Like a comic strip
Shapes and colors and words
In two dimensions
I wish I had some Silly Putty
To hold and squeeze and smell and feel in my hands
I could capture the images and make them my own
I could stretch them into new shapes
Add more depth
Some times seeing things backwards can help
A different angle may be what I need
Maybe then I could find a place for the past to rest
There is sadness in change
Even when it is necessary and right
Sighing for what is not requires my attention
Even as I create what is, and is to come
I think I will go find some Silly Putty
I need to play
Seriously, I need to play
I love this my friend. Have a wonderful day<3
Thank you.:)
You are more than welcome:-)
This was beautiful. Love your perspective here. 🙂
Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
I didn’t grow up with silly putty but my son used to play a lot with play doh. Reminds me of that. I love it when you write about your boyhood memories. So evocative and resonates even across cultures.
Yes, the smell! And joy like mud and blowing bubbles in it. 🙂
It was magic
The smell of silly putty is a memory trigger for a whole generation or two of us. Transferers of comics so that we could view it and poke a hole in the text. Did you ever blow bubble in it? I can smell it almost, but I remember the sound it made as I popped a bubble of it. The feeling of the tiny bubble just before it expired in between my fingers. Joy like mud!
🙂 thats why you are my friend. You understand. 🙂 Have you figured a price for me yet?
We emailed backa d forth in the middle of the night I think. I’ll resend it to you.
gave me chills on the claviature of feelings… yes, let’s exchange the seriousness and heaviness for delight and ecstasy…
🙂 good morning friend.
I need someone to play with, me and the silly putty, tired of being alone… nice work here, really am enjoying your blog Michelle
🙂 thank you. I am glad you were here
I am amazed at how you can go back in your mind and grab something like that. There is a depth in your thinking and connecting that just makes me ache… You must be so good at it because play therapy is something you do for a living. That was a hell of an awesome poem, love. But it does make the reader ache a little…
I was thinking a a boring sunday afternoon at my grandmothers house
I love silly putty! I remember it so well, the smell, how you can stretch it or break it, press it against a cartoon. Is it gone? Did I abandon silly putty unintentionally by forgetting about it for a while? Now I miss it. Where is it?!
I dont know but I am on the hunt
http://media2.hickorees.com/image/SillyPutty_L3.jpg
Sits down and takes out the red egg… Looks over at Plato, and sends the egg rolling his way… Rests my chin on my arms, and watches… 🙂
I really have missed you. You are special to me
Same goes for me, my friend! 🙂 *watching you play*