For OctPoWriMo Day 19 the prompt is about being in the present, but this kind of turned into the subject of repairing. The form I’m using is called Synchronicity — “8 (or more), 3-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. It has no rhyme & is written in the 1st person with a twist. The twist revealed in the last 2 stanzas.”

Crédit: John Tyson via Unsplash.
The lights dim, no lightbulbs glow,
He stands on ladder fits in bulbs,
Silent.
*****
Anything else you require —
Fixed? He’s here in the moment;
Patching.
*****
We all repair what we can, but —
Still, yearn for nothing to shatter;
Sighing.
*****
Let our homes be pretty, pristine;
Let them not require such repair,
A joke.
*****
Reality’s that most everything —
Breaks; becomes brittle, needs mending,
Quickly.
*****
And, sewers repair with needles;
Doctors with instruments, medicines —
It helps.
*****
Electricians fix wires, construction —
Workers roads, buildings, many things —
New, old.
*****
And, even new things degenerate,
We attempt to apply Band–Aids;
Soothe wounds.
*****
Sometimes this works, skinned knees heal;
Other times blood seeps, water drips, flows —
Over.
*****
Mom’s heal their children,
They murmur gentle words, they sing;
Kiss scrapes.
*****
Ultimately, humans discover,
Themselves stuck, un-mendable;
So still.
*****
Requiring a doctor, or —
Repairman; neither heal or,
Fix all.
*****
In the end we’re dust, but in life,
We strive; in finality;
Breathe last.
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