broken
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
i'm broken
like sea shells
along a stony beach
caught between
the seaweed and random
pieces of fossilized slate
twisted in the sinews of
driftwood greyed
smashed into chips
and fragments
and tossed like confetti
in the dead air
that howls in despair
knowing it has arrived
just a little too late
i'm broken
like a scattering
of ancient bones
bleached translucent
by the southern sun
the flesh of every
memory
stripped bare from
the testament of a life
that had only just begun
sometime in the before
but now long gone
in the after
every hope and dream
shattered one by one
i'm broken
a swollen carcass of emotion
drifting piece by piece
over a swell of regret
then in and out of waves
crashing and churning
through the yellow froth
of white
too blue from worry
too black from care
too blind
to hope
even in the dawn's
unrelenting light
i'm broken
like a cloud of sand
stirred up by the west wind
trapped in the fury
of stagnant air
and carried off
down along the shore
past the shipwreck
of love
where the lighthouse
of instruction failed
recklessly thrown down
before the line in the sand
that i may have crossed once before
but which i cannot cross anymore
like sea shells
along a stony beach
caught between
the seaweed and random
pieces of fossilized slate
twisted in the sinews of
driftwood greyed
smashed into chips
and fragments
and tossed like confetti
in the dead air
that howls in despair
knowing it has arrived
just a little too late
i'm broken
like a scattering
of ancient bones
bleached translucent
by the southern sun
the flesh of every
memory
stripped bare from
the testament of a life
that had only just begun
sometime in the before
but now long gone
in the after
every hope and dream
shattered one by one
i'm broken
a swollen carcass of emotion
drifting piece by piece
over a swell of regret
then in and out of waves
crashing and churning
through the yellow froth
of white
too blue from worry
too black from care
too blind
to hope
even in the dawn's
unrelenting light
i'm broken
like a cloud of sand
stirred up by the west wind
trapped in the fury
of stagnant air
and carried off
down along the shore
past the shipwreck
of love
where the lighthouse
of instruction failed
recklessly thrown down
before the line in the sand
that i may have crossed once before
but which i cannot cross anymore
© Kennedy James. All rights reserved.
My soul is a moan, my soul is a call, a windblown leaf...when it flies it impetuously falls... It is not your fault, you are a child of another world. it is not your fault, child of the dust-world, of the dusty dreams... my soul is praying!
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It was a more perfect confession of a broken heart. It covered all steps of the pain, the suffering and the dramatism. You shattered my soul, Kennedy, by this poem, that is why i wrote, " my soul is a moan, my soul is a call"..., the way i felt the poem and yes, i liked it a lot...
DeleteIt is unbelievable, but sometimes you meet people that brake your heart more than once...
A piece full of vivid imagery once more. Washed up on the shore, mouth full of sand.. but alive and kicking nevertheless! :) I'm biased to like this poem since beach imagery is my favourite. I can just about hear the waves foaming in this one. Another well-writ piece, thank you for offering it .. your menu offers far more than the usual coffee shop.. much to dine on here :)
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