Broken Things

it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
The litany of broken things
Is the poet's love then, for them full
Though he would not have them whole
While of them he yet sings
A denouement is waited-for
An at-long-last flung-open door
But none comes, and silence stings
Words exhaust his halfway love
Who can not cease his speaking of
The litany of broken things.

1 comment:

  1. Poignant, and in a well-tailored structure. I like it.


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