The Little Pieces
All the little pieces
Shards of broken flutes and ripped flowers
Of handcuffed hours
Of burning showers
That had gnawed at the soul
Hammering and thrashing the whole
Into pieces of pangs pathos and spasm
Chasm in psyche
Cactus spiky
Time teeming with tattered twigs
In battered towers and disheveled churches
Leaving the life in lurch
A meaningless mangled moon
But it is time that prevails
Time ultimately treats tempers and mitigates
Its hurts and traumas
Life lightens liberates loves and lures
Loosens the soul to listen to
The deep blue music of life
Swapping the sores for the humming beehive
And lo
Now there flows the river
Boats with their swollen sails
Holding the wind from those broken pieces
Wrinkles and creases
Releasing them in crimson emotions
Into the wind and ocean
Palm holding dew
I love you
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22/9/2016
For All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest sponsored by Broken Wings
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