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Poem: “I Fall to Pieces…”

I Fall to Pieces…

I fall to pieces every day,
I fall to pieces every night,
The maker reassembles me
Although the joins are never tight

Pieces cobbled from the past
Which never worked as well as should,
Soul the Craftsman made to last
Which by the spirit of Him stood

I am made provisional
Form unfinished and re-made,
Purposeful, improbable
A solid image that must fade

When I break and decompose
The maker gathers the debris,
Flesh and bone are merely clothes
The spirit gathers me

Pavel
July 8, 2011


Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."