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.


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.