Peter Dillman Poet Rhyme

Broken

It's a door without a handle
A black that looks so white
Opaque that you can see through
Mirror that won't reflect the light

It's the answer of no problem
The receiver of no pass
The beauty of a face
That's been dragged through broken glass

It's a child without a mother
A boat without a sail
The ever-prompt payment
Of a check that's "in the mail"

It's the openness and freedom
Of being locked-up in a cage
Only love can calm the madness
Of a broken heart in rage

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Leighann Anderson December 3, 2011 at 8:44 PM I found this poem rather sad but equally pensive. You have written about something that most of us will understand at one point or another for life throws a lot of things at us but we all deal with them differently. A nice piece of poetry.

Debbie Guzzi December 3, 2011 at 7:36 AM only the love within you..remember the most lasting 'cure' 'balm' is the one which you discover on your own though another love may seem to rescue you it may also as time passes enchain you..this love..is a harmonic achieved by balance [moving balance like the swing of a balancing scale if the scale stops all dies..but to have love..that harmonic in which everything and everyone knows their place and is happy with..the scale must swing freely and equally. Light & Love