Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Broken Glass

Broken glass
and dammits too!
Throw in yells
machine gun words
as vowels blow
over you

It was your
Easter Sunday
Too beautiful
two until two
and frustration

where in hell
I come from
going nowhere
with pockets
full of sharp seconds
cold long and hard

Lock the door
but shut it first
asking which came
first...sun or moon

Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/12/2013 8:23:00 AM)

    Wow. wonderful poem..Broken Glass started with heated exchange of words fired from gun but ended with a puzzled question Which came first sun or moon?
    Fantastic words..Loved the presentation. (Report) Reply

  • King Big Head (11/14/2012 6:30:00 AM)

    Like it Tom, a good try, yes you would have to shut the door before you locked it, if you just turned the key in the
    lock when the door was still open people can still get in because you just turned the key in the lock.
    but I do know what your saying, that's because I am King and I know everything. So make sure you shut the door first.

    Your King.

    Did I tell you I'm the best poet in the world.

    It's me again
    forgot to say I'm also really fantastic. (Report) Reply

  • Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (9/3/2012 2:36:00 PM)

    I like the idea of presenting a broken glass in the context of Easter. and the question which comes first, the sun and moon keeps me pondering. (Report) Reply

  • Evelyn Nec (8/30/2012 6:52:00 AM)

    machine gun words man am blown away with your exquisite use of words. Like Diane Hine said EXPRESSIVE! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (8/11/2012 2:10:00 AM)

    Even fire will stop flaming, as burning sun also will lost to cold night....we may angry but it cant fuel our life with it flames forever, when soul meet sober we will find the sanity again....always bring mind to the place then you will get peace stay with you, broken glass may hurt but when the bleed will stop and ask us to be careful next time! _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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