Purpose

Somewhere, there is
a pile of scissors,
all waiting for
a guiding hand.

Safety scissors compare
stubby tips with nail scissors;
surgical scissors and kitchen shears
talk over finer points of tendon, bone.

All have platinum-white blades,
gold handles. All lie jumbled
in a drawer, waiting, hoping
to someday be

useful.

 

 

To be linked later today at Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.

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22 thoughts on “Purpose

  1. that carries the message well…cool metaphor…we all need to know that we’re useful…that we have a purpose in life… that we can make a difference…tailor-made..

  2. It’s one of the worst feelings ever – not having a purpose in life, or not knowing what your purpose is. Right now, it’s a bit too close to the bone for me….

    • I hope things become more clear for you soon, and that you’re able to cut through the confusion. Pun aside, you’re right that this does not feel good. I wonder how many of us are certain of our purpose more or less from the beginning, with very few false steps?

  3. As a stubby-tipped scissor myself, I sometimes wonder if it’s a guiding hand or a good strong piece of paper that I need…
    Succinct and full of meaning. As Alice would say: it seems to fill my head with ideas…

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