Cracked Mug Poem by Leta Dungan

Cracked Mug



This old mug's been around awhile
Been chipped and cracked and shattered
been called old and outta style
been beaten, bruised and battered

But every time it gets glued back
It grows a little stronger
You can see the scar of the old crack
but it's gonna last awhile longer

It's unique and all it's own
can't label it one bit
It's in a class all alone
It's special you must admit

Leta Dungan
Desert Witch
6/5/2015

Monday, June 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance,broken,healing,strength
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We all have pasts, scars, idiosyncrasies. We are all unique. We are all special.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 09 June 2016

Very nicely done, Leta. I feel better about being an old, cracked mug now.

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Leta Dungan 13 June 2016

Thank you. We're all Kintsukuroi (cracked pottery art) in our own way. [3

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