Broken Sonnet Poem by John Yau

Broken Sonnet



The world weeps. There are no tears
To be found. It is deemed a miracle.
The president appears on screens
In villages and towns, in cities in jungles
And jungles still affectionately called cities.
He appears on screens and reads a story.
Whose story is he reading and why?
What lessons are to be learned from this story
About a time that has not arrived, will not arrive, is here?
Time of fire and images of fire climbing toward the sun
Time of precious and semi-precious liquids
Time of a man and a woman doused in ink
Rolling across streams and down valleys
Trying to leave some string of words behind.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cities,fire,sonnet,time
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John Yau

John Yau

Lynn, Massachusetts
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