A House Divided Poem by Daniel Y.
A House Divided
a brick thrown threw my window crash.
heart has skipped its beat, stopped.
faceless new's gonna smash
all my hopes and dreams.
lucky 13, on my birthday no less, when it was dug.
The canyon scar on my chest
it's like they took out a lung
the cosmos is misaligned
my parents' vows are meaningless to God
and those family heirlooms of eternity
are changed through a pawn shop.
you know what they say about
sins of the father
should I pick Dad / Mom?
a smiling lady asked me.
Would he pick me?
I wouldn't pick me.
I become a window looking in on myself
The house began to split down the middle
So I jumped aside
The air was windless and stale like Dad's old beer
the light in the leaves was glittered like glass in the sand
and it mirrored the stars.
like the brush strokes of a lost Monet distant trees and
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4/25/2024 8:14:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some rare occasions a metaphor is so compelling it takes n an identity outside the poem it serves; for me, this is one that does just so: I BECOME A WINDOW LOOKING IN ON MYSELF. This suggests a range of meanings from an intense interior life to a trap of solipsism. Obviously context will complete the meaning of the metaphor, but I am so taken with the possible meanings I want to play with almost as a poem in eight words or twelve syllables. The I and MYSELF framing the sentence may be seen as an ouroboros, biting its own tail, a closed circle, self-sufficient existent.