dyingflame
07-07-2008, 08:24 AM
can anybody suggest a title for this poem I wrote? The only thing that comes to my head is "The Glass Statue" but it somehow feels lacking.
He is broken, broken, broken-
his form a glass statue that has
fallen silently without warning
on the uncarpeted parquet floor.
The blow rings hard
echoes in his head
as footsteps approach
bullet-words sprayed upwards
into the darkened skies of June
defy their momentum and turn back towards the earth
to smite their origin and embrace the call of gravity.
For centuries the knives studded
the curtains that covered our eyes
infinity of explosions governed.
She swallows her thoughts
without any force of will
the instinct makes her eyes water
but the purity of the child
an accident
produces another
a trembling smile
born of forgiveness.
But the lie resides at the bottom of the well
growing cancerously
exponentially
as the growing self crumbles
and is lost
in the forest
whose first seeds, scattered in the wind
cried out from the depths of guilt
Thanks!
He is broken, broken, broken-
his form a glass statue that has
fallen silently without warning
on the uncarpeted parquet floor.
The blow rings hard
echoes in his head
as footsteps approach
bullet-words sprayed upwards
into the darkened skies of June
defy their momentum and turn back towards the earth
to smite their origin and embrace the call of gravity.
For centuries the knives studded
the curtains that covered our eyes
infinity of explosions governed.
She swallows her thoughts
without any force of will
the instinct makes her eyes water
but the purity of the child
an accident
produces another
a trembling smile
born of forgiveness.
But the lie resides at the bottom of the well
growing cancerously
exponentially
as the growing self crumbles
and is lost
in the forest
whose first seeds, scattered in the wind
cried out from the depths of guilt
Thanks!