draw me another day
one where the doctor
didn’t make a mistake
i got the shot
and it worked
color it in green
my favorite
fill it with swirls
of purple and blue
gold flecks and black lines
draw in the movement
stick figures
holding out hands
dancing sunflowers
a silly smiling sun
push hard enough—
the crayon breaks
paper tears
then start again
draw me another day
*43/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic
Another poem that drew me in
So glad it did. Thank you.
Wish we could switch pages easily some days. Always thought Harold and his Purple Crayon was underrated in terms of how profound the message can be.
Agreed! That was a favorite book around our house and maybe why this imagery comes up for me so often. I think, to some extent, we are able to do it through reframing things for ourselves after the fact.
Daring to draw ourselves into new possibilities
Thank you for sharing something so personal and beautifully written, Bridgette
That’s so kind of you, thank you for reading it.❤️
This is such a deeply moving poem. Its simplicity is exactly what gives it so much power.
“draw me another day” sounds almost childlike at first, but underneath those gentle words is an enormous longing—the wish to redraw a moment when something went wrong and imagine a different outcome. The reference to the doctor’s mistake and the shot that “worked” makes the poem painfully human without ever becoming overly dramatic.
Thank you, I was feeling a bit overly dramatic yesterday and disappointed, so I’m glad it didn’t translate to being too much so. I really like the idea of being able to redraw a moment, and I think I do that by reframing things. I couldn’t see it yesterday, but today I’m able to see it a bit better.
Love the architecture of this and how you handled the content. Appreciate how you started each stanza with a strong declarative. Very well done!
So glad you like this one. Thank you!
Bridgette, childhood is a brief moment in time in our lives, like the crayon we draw each day to make it our own, and hope we all have that childish sun to keep us young at heart.😊 regards to all 😊
Absolutely! Thank you. If only we could draw things differently sometimes.
boy, yeah. Draw me another day indeed. A story from real life: wife has lump on breast. Testing. “Negative” they tell her in July. Then in late August, ON HER BIRTHDAY a call: “we’re sorry, we mixed up the test results”. Yeah. Cancer. My wife’s response? “What happened to the other woman? Did they already do surgery on her?” (Quarter century later she’s still with me! I love her point of view. )
sorry, didn’t want it to be so much about me. I hope some good days are being drawn for you at this point.
Relating to a poem by sharing a story makes me feel like it worked, it sparked something in you. You can always share. Thank you.
Oh my goodness! That’s quite a day, indeed. Such a big mixup. Geez. Your wife’s reaction, to think of the other person, shows what a wonderful human she is. So glad she recovered, but I can imagine that was a scary time for you both.