Midnights Voice (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)
Poems by Midnights Voice : 210 / 209
Broken Glass
Broken glass
and dammits too!
Throw in yells
machine gun words
short-stacato
as vowels blow
over you
It was your
Easter Sunday
Too beautiful
two until two
and frustration
Wondering
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
Midnights Voice
Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012
Poems by Midnights Voice : 210 / 209
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lock the door but shut it first asking which came first sun or moon. nice
Very rich, I like the pictures you used. Intelligently expressive too. Cheers
-M
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.
PS
Did I tell you I'm the best poet in the world.
PS
It's me again
forgot to say I'm also really fantastic.
Impressive..expressive...this makes me even more committed to speak only kind words.
wow..thought provoking..the sun is my favourite..without it we no longer exist.. :)
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.
machine gun words man am blown away with your exquisite use of words. Like Diane Hine said EXPRESSIVE! ! !
'pockets full of sharp seconds' -such expressive words.
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