Author Topic: Shattered Self  (Read 1676 times)

Offline actpoet1

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Shattered Self
« on: June 08, 2006, 02:04:02 PM »
I am part of the day.
   I hear the pastor’s preaches screeching up the church’s perch.
I hear the car’s roar.
I hear guitars.

I am part of the night.
I hear the juju man’s words wandering up the trees’ leaves.
   I hear the lion’s roar.
   I hear drums.

“Which part should I lean to?”
I ask, staring through the window at Philly.
Darkness chokes alleys and cardboards boxes.
Light excites penthouses and boxes of diamonds.
I turn to the mirror in my bathroom and see both
day and night. Who I am shatters
like glass. “Is this how nature has it?
Should I deny half of my past?”

Then I turn and view the sky.
It’s unjust: night loses its hold
as if stars slash its hands; a slither of streetlight lacerates it sides.
Time shoves it aside 
for sunlight and snowflakes.
“There’s my answer.”
A part of me turns ill

as I slump onto the toilet
and dart my eyes to a photo of a meadow:
shelves of dandelions beheaded by a
surging mudslide. Their stems ruptured. Their boughs spilling
over. Lilies in a pond at the meadow’s edge snapped in two.

Now the other part of me turns ill.

Write on,


If you want, click on the link below and walk into my mind. My name is in the middle on the right.

Offline CarrieSheppard

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Re: Shattered Self
« Reply #1 on: June 08, 2006, 06:29:37 PM »
Nice one.  I can see different interpretations - but the pace and depth are ... clinging.