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 ________________________________________ 22/9/2016 For All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest sponsored by Broken Wings