Sean Joyce

Rookie (17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

Everything Is Broken Poem by Sean Joyce


My i-Pod is broken
nobody knows
well it works socially
but I miss the music

My mobile is broken
nobody knows
it works socially
I can hold it to my
ear and nod but
I miss things

My heart is broken
nobody knows
it works socially and
well, I get about
to places we went to together
to people we went to when
we were, but
I miss you

Submitted: Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011
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  • Rookie Joseph Daly (8/2/2007 6:41:00 PM)

    Sean, this is excellent. It reminds me of Simon Armetige. There is a pathos, but delivered so dead-pan. Each stanza is beatifully constructed: 4; 6; 8 lines. That is so brilliantlly thought out but also the measurement is excellently constructed. This is one of the best of these forms of poetry that I have read and shows a craftman's hand at work. (Report) Reply

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