Broken Heart

March 25, 2008 at 12:53 am Leave a comment

Broken Heart

It doesn’t make sense.

It’s Spring!

Poppies are bursting bright with orange,

lupines are stretching to the sky

But pieces of my heart are fluttering

down, down, down

to another season

and the shards are strewn around me like broken glass

with limited vision

I scramble to collect and reassemble the pieces

one by one they spike and bleed me

still, I stretch for them


the poppies flutter their delicate but resilient skirts

To the sun.


Entry filed under: Poetry.

Middle Age Gray Whale Love

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