Pieces

sorenbarrett

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

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2022 06:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • dusk arising

    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.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for your review and comments. Relationships are head scratchers whether they are sound or fractured.

    • L. B. Mek

      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

      • sorenbarrett

        L.B. Your comments are always greatly appreciated and welcome. Thank you so much for your generous remarks.

      • Rocky Lagou

        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.

        • sorenbarrett

          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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