Broken Symmetry

Of flesh, mind, heart...

I cannot afford

these bits of puckered cloth,

each wilted leaf that falls, drifting

slights against man,

little stitches I have dropped,

floating away

exposed in the wind, naked

I fall, adrift, clutching

at misspelled words, uncovered n*****s,

neglected thank you notes,

guilty

wafting silences-

all of them apples I have

tasted, rolling away

I cannot abide

you seeing, feeling,

knowing

this

unforgivable

broken

symmetry

I am-

that I,

like dried leaves

shattered and fallen

ungathered, am a wallowing

slight against paradise,

without covering-

this voice always hunting me,

wondering,

child,

why have you

hidden yourself

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"exposed in the wind, naked
I fall, adrift, clutching
at misspelled words, uncovered n*****s,
neglected thank you notes,
guilty
wafting silences-

all of them apples I have
tasted, rolling away"

Amazing prose poetry. I hope more people read your work...Bravo................

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks! You're too kind...I appreciate it!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)........................

[K.N. Lorenzen]

Wow! A powerful, brilliant write! What a beautiful language. (I'm gonna read it again)
I believe, that you have created something extraordinary here.

K.

[SAYED THANGAL]

when I read this it seems to be reading ''the waste land'' of Elliot. the emotions and feelings inter linked well accordingly in this poem, well done .
all the best, sayed

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you... I really appreciate your reading and leaving these thoughts!

[SAYED THANGAL]

you are most welcome

[Kristina Moulaison]

I've not read the Wasteland, though I was familiar with its content. I'm flattered that you even thought of Elliot while reading this. :) I will have to read it now.