The Man Who Makes Collage Poem by Barney Rooney

The Man Who Makes Collage

Rating: 4.0

Sat there on an after the night before wall
a too low you'd think to contemplate a fall wall
head in hands re-running the looped moment
when the heart big as an ox let the head have its day
the tongue loosed to have its way
said a thing he knew he'd never say

plead as much as you like - this is not who I am -
alas, some words can't be taken back
once they open the sluice that holds the dam of guilt
but guilt never served the soul as penance
nor kept the mind from fracturing into disarray
in the dark days when hope and people fall away

family, friends and Windsor House caught him
healing days rebuilt the present from the mine
of years of fragments garnered from the lives
he shared now clipped, snipped, combined
the essence of these people, this place, these times
his journey and theirs synthesised
in paper pasted homage
by the man who makes collage

Saturday, January 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: healing
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 26 February 2017

Interesting word play and wonderful rhyming wow. Yes words can't be taken back easily. I ESP liked hoy u rhymed in homage with collage, nice choice there. Kudos. So nice to read from u again poet.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 08 February 2017

Barney, very interesting poem, I enjoyed reading it. Another 10 for you! ! !

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