Sunday, November 2, 2008

This love has been dropped, shattered, picked up, pieced together, and dropped again.
I stand here
Angry amongst the shards cutting into my tender feet
I stand atop
Broken Thanksgivings and children never born
I clumsily crush
Two newlywed virgins on a Hawaiian honeymoon
I bleed for
Our buried nephews and the ashes of our ancestors
I struggle to
Find my way off of this pile of everything and nothing at all.

3 comments:

Jesse Mendez said...

Hi nice poem

is it conceptual?

or is it mere illusion...

is it expressionistic?

or is it actual experience...

is it humanist?

or is it a chronicle of your inner child....

Tremenda Trigueña said...

All of the above...

Furious Moore said...

Keep learning. Time is on your side.