Sections

Would that I could live
A neat ordered life
Like a bookshelf    
Arranged
In precise sections
I'd put happy memories
Together within reach        
Pull one out
And let it cast                                    
A gentle glow
Over my blue mood
All the bruises
Collected
From heartbreak
And hurt
I'd stash at the bottom
Where they'd gather dust
Neglected but still
Existing
I'd leave empty spaces
here and there
holes in the fabric
of my life
To remind me
of things left undone
And some vacant shelves
waiting to be filled up
with events yet to come
But life is not
a bookshelf
Its sections blend
into one another
Messy, cluttered, confused
But not sterile
Vibrant, colourful, alive
with promise
For what are we
but parts
put together
like a puzzle
section by section
till we merge
into a whole

*Written to fit this brief: Last week, we looked at titles and how important they are. Today, we will be looking at a single word and what it conjures in your poetic mind.
That word is section.

Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem that explores your thoughts on that one particular word.

The title of your poem MUST be titled "Section" (but you are free to have sub title underneath).  Yes, this is a one word prompt for this week.

Not meeting those two conditions will make your poem ineligible for competition.


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