If turtles use their shells for shelter.
Do fish get wet when it rains?
What is never learned is easily forgotten.
On a journey from here, I am so far away
It's noon with a broken compass
Holding a journal that fades
My tap root snapped in wrinkling hands
Through broken clouds shadows decay
I clutch a fractured crystal prize
No glue will hold it or its flaw disguise
In your chrome and white ceramic tile love
I'm next in line to see the marble judge
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 11th, 2022 06:23
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Its been a strange sort of a day really, what is a tortoise shell doing on my cat? Your post is a real head scratcher which is refreshing in these horribly serious days.
Thank you so much for your review and comments. Relationships are head scratchers whether they are sound or fractured.
a great write!
distilled lines of insightful, truth
as a cascading waterfall
of seamless, poetry
just a wonderfully
thought provoking, reading experience
thank you, dear Poet
L.B. Your comments are always greatly appreciated and welcome. Thank you so much for your generous remarks.
I literally love the line: "It's noon with a broken compass." I sense that broken compass stands for the path we all take that can get hazy along the way. We're all searching for an elusive paradise. This is a great reflection.
Rocky Thank you for your review and comments. Yes there is seldom a time that you could be more lost than at noon with no compass. This is especially when one is searching for a prized relationship that has been fractured.
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