Shattered Poem by Alan Paul Stevens

Shattered



I waited for your call
From the edge of recollection
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation.

High over my thoughts
Nothing but my imagination
Blown petals that shine
Shards of bright illumination.

You promised
An answer
A fish not a serpent
Bread instead of a stone
Good things if we ask
Good gifts to your children.

I turn my face towards the wind
Into the warm reflection
Forget the touch of the sun
Empty with hopeless rejection.

I waited for your answer
Deep in the castle of anticipation
But you had already provided
Grace within shattered fragmentation.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 13 May 2013

waiting for the answer, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read poem written by me and comment.

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