Broken Poem by John Kipling Lewis
Broken
Your tie is crooked.
You're broken.
Your slip is showing.
You're broken.
Your shoe lace is untied.
You're broken.
And if you're lucky,
if you're very lucky,
someone will tell you
before the world notices
and you can fix yourself.
4. Doesn't say much. Has images, but only on a shallow, barely sketched dimension. The idea is good. It needs to be treated in a more detailed manner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 3:27:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In a way a part of all of us is broken, the difference being in the amount of damage done....I think of it as 'Bits and pieces of my Heart wandering to and fro..I ask, Which way am I to go? '..Fractured hearts and fractured lives, c'est la vie, oui? . marci.m.