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A Hole with No Walls is Not Dark
by Max BouilletI prefer to be broken,
to let my shatter spread.
The glassy fissures unfolding
until all that remains
is a rupture
--a hole with no boundaries
free of the need
to be filled 05/11/2011 Author's Note: and if i fall into myself will i keep falling?
Posted on 05/12/2011
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/13/11 at 03:37 PM Good question. This poem does a great job of leaving things wide open to either good or bad. The imagery is tremendous, too. |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 05/21/11 at 04:36 AM I like the images in this poem. The word 'eternity' comes to mind. |
| Posted by Angela Stevens on 06/11/11 at 11:37 PM Oh, love the imagery. Definitely one to remember. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/11 at 03:58 AM This is brilliant. I love the paradox. Embracing brokenness as a way of becoming whole. I think that is what I do with much of my poetry - spreading the shattered pieces where everyone can see them. That takes a combination of serenity and craziness?? |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/23/11 at 04:15 AM I know this was posted some time ago, but it feels like I do today. Much thanks to you and Shawna for your support. |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/08/12 at 11:43 PM And the need to keep holding it together...interesting read, and to answer your question...No. You will catch yourself lol |
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