broken moments
broken things
broken heart
yet it sings
broken flight
broken wings
broken fall
still it stings
feathers here
feathers there
feathers falling
everywhere
who’s at fault
I can’t say
we’re all broken
in some way
fallen is forever
broken is for now
people aren’t angels
anyhow
glue for mending
desire to start
wells within
the broken heart
in breaking through
not breaking worse
from broken pieces
comes broken curse.
Photo: Forgive Me. eddie dangerous. CC BY
This poem is both sad and hopeful, with a rhythm like the heart.
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“Sad and hopeful” is exactly how I see the human condition. Hadn’t thought that the rhythm was like the heart, but how fitting, Margaret. I am still revising the last lines where arrhythmia occurred – writing with such spareness of words is a challenge.
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This is a very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Fran, each person has broken links but hope and love bring us back to the possibilities. I love this reflective poem and what it brings to others who read it. Thank you for the morning thoughts, Fran.
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Thank you, Carol. I am still tweaking the last lines of the poem but yes – you captured the essence exactly!
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“fallen is forever/ broken is for now.” I like thinking about these lines.
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I really like the repetition in your poem and some of the biblical illusions like “fallen is forever” and “people aren’t angels”. Very meaningful and thought-provoking lines that feel really human and redemptive.
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Thank you; redemption is my favorite of all themes. Still tweaking the last lines — I so appreciate your thoughts.
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“from broken pieces/ comes broken curse” jarred me, but in a good way; “broken” and “curse” are both negative images, but like multiplication, become a positive when juxtaposed. The same with “broken fall”. You’ve captured the imperfect strivings of human frailty–and found the perfect image to illustrate your poem, to boot!
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