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Broken Earth

by Max Bouillet

I am broken earth
with bared roots.
(Moist soil loosing
substance with each
gust of wind.)

Too soon, I am scattered
and the focal point
where my ideas gather,
fades.

I become a colony
of orphan thoughts
traveling on the
breath of ghosts
who have forgotten
their names.

01/29/2005

Posted on 01/29/2005
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 01/30/05 at 01:51 AM

lol...I understand completely.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/30/05 at 03:22 AM

Powerfully haunting poem from start to finish Max, but that last stanza especially says it all. Great read!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/30/05 at 07:03 AM

limbo is an interesting place... i wonder if some would classify your nomadic ghosts and broken earth as memoirs of those in limbo... either way the imagery that is stirred with these poems from your heart and mind cannot be ignored... brilliant times three, this evening for thee... blessings...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/31/05 at 12:20 AM

Symbolic trail of mankind since the Fall of Adam. Not that I picked up on it in the first read. This one is to be masticated well before swallowing (meant in a very positive light).

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 01/31/05 at 01:00 PM

like a mirror, exposing thoughts and fears...insightful (again) & hauntingly stirring...Nice work!

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 02/01/05 at 01:03 AM

any other word to describe this but perfect? i don't think so...you breathe such life into your poetry, it's really quite amazing...that last verse flows so beautifully...

Posted by Tom Goss on 02/01/05 at 06:11 PM

Good voice, and several enjoyable phrases here, thanks.

Posted by Bethany Lee on 04/08/08 at 02:12 AM

gorgeous, as always. I've missed your poetry; I'll have to read some more...

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