What is Broken?

Sometimes... I wonder...

WHY

can’t this Mind

CREATE

 

All that comes out of this madness

Is just babble of the insane

Reproduced in full color

With tweaks here and there

 

WHY

Can’t these Hands

CREATE

 

They try so desperately

To turn eyes into mouths

That run washed with paint

And fingers that carve desperately

Into canvas boards

 

WHY

can’t these Ears

CREATE

 

The melodies that come

Lovingly from broken mirrors

And minds straining against pavement

All familiar to the noises

Of the past

 

WHY

can’t I

CREATE

 

An Artist

Running up and down Aisles

Blank Canvas

Paper Stories

Hardened and Desperate

Ideas have their Place

in some Broken Heart Beat

that Patters Against Rain storms

SO WHY….

 

WHY

can’t these lunges

BREATHE…

 

WHY

can’t this heart

LOVE

 

WHY

can’t this BODY

MOVE

 

When the wind has been knocked from your lunges

Taste the Air

and let the tears fall from your Broken vision

until something Beautiful

Is CREATED

out of this Broken Body

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

The writer is very creative, this is intense,
sharp and the writing is gifted.
The writer demonstrates a style of writing
that is entirely individualistic, uninhibited and
smooth flowing .
Great stuff.
------ Eagle Cruagh

[kera moondust]

thank you =) I wish I'd have more to say. but thank you.

[Sarah]

This poem has so much meaning, it takes the words right out of my mouth. I love it!

[kera moondust]

Thank you =) I'm glad you enjoyed it.