Beautifully Broken


Here is where the midnight cracked us,
tracked us down and stole our song.

Here is where our weary hearts split open,
crazy broken on too-thin shattered strings.

Here is where the dreams we had as teens
(all those raging in-betweens)came to die.

This is where we keep our magnificent mourn
-ing, our unquiet longing, our stilted sorry.

This is our own private lost and found (and
lost again)
, our never-win, our forgive me,

for yes, I have sinned. Again. Again. This torn
-ado silence, this violence, this place burned

brave and tough and deep, it’s steeped in salt
and antifreeze and a pinch of ink. We think we

are warriors, shattered strong. We know we are
stained glass. A glint of sun. A moonlit gasp.



In November, we poem. This is the one with all the prompts. 






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3 Responses to Beautifully Broken

  1. lifelessons says:

    Lovely. You had me at the first line!

  2. I don’t know what you’re putting in your coffee at the moment, but I want some. Your November poems are awesome.

  3. drnurit says:

    Amazing you… 👏
    – Nurit

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