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psalm for the broken
by Karen Michellewords broken
at the edge of
my heart
my mouth
sticks to phrases
it knows are overworked,
dripping with sincerity
and uselessness.
these thoughts are wounds and little wars
cradled
on the outskirts
of life, cocooned
in your solace
and knowing that
tomorrow may never
be any better than
today.
these thoughts are wounds and little wars
heart stops -
beat stop beat -
as we catch tears
in open mouths
on parched tongues
into the desert
of our weary stomachs
knotted in agony.
these thoughts are wounds and little wars
we cannot map
our own way home
when we are backed
into corners;
feet fumble
hands grapple
at kind strangers
who will light the way.
these conquered thoughts are dust
01/04/2006 Posted on 01/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/03/06 at 11:12 PM Like the whole package here. The psalm connotation, the repetition of, "these thoughts are wounds and little wars"...and the resolution in your end line. Nice writing. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/03/06 at 11:22 PM The more I read it, the more I like it. I am hoping there is hope at the end when "these conquered thoughts are dust." |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 01/04/06 at 04:02 AM I discounted your "Psalm" reference immediately, but the first stanza made it all better. Nice piece. Thanks for the read. |
| Posted by Philippa Jane on 01/07/06 at 09:48 AM Like I said before.. thank you for this. xo. |
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