A Hole with No Walls is Not Dark
by Max Bouillet
I 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
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