Short Fracturing Poems

This is poetry's pretty pottery shattering:
 fault lines in life-lines fracturing
  writing it real while cracking...

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I fell in love with your broken.
I fixed you and then set you free.
Fractured in words left unspoken,
I am broken as broken can be....

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As before, came dominant edicts, fracturing great hopes into just kindred like memories,

  No one possessed quiet recollection simply to usurp verbally, whenever Xenophobes yielded 

  zealousness....

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Conscious contemplative Concentration…
Thankfulness thwarts thinking
From fracturing factual freedom…
Practice personal peace pausing
Daily doing deeds
Intending igniting illumination
Transforms time to timeless
Building beautiful beings…...

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The severing sounds you may hear now and then 
Of the bond stretched to aching again and again, 
The silver-tipped crackle of fracturing glass, 
The peal of the teardrop coming to pass; 
Are the crystalline cries that her loving heart makes 
Which echoes your own as it carefully breaks....

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Shells stir and shift underfoot,
Crushed, fracturing like fine teacups
Turned brittle by the salt and sun.
You may well be anywhere,
Where the day doesn’t reach and
The waves my toes make can’t sing you to sleep,
But keep in mind always that
Everything we lose to the sea
Will be found, one day,
By another’s shore....

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PAUSE

please wait
below a lake
behind a cloud
within a song
I’m late

paused…

claiming mistakes
made

not that its wrong
or matters to
anyone

paused…

at my naiveté
fracturing 

into a million
aspects of
Delta ray
staggering



I pause…





© Kim van Breda—20 December 2015...

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I feel like I'm going
To lose my mind
Knowing your suffering
And I cant help you
I cant be with you
The one I created
The one I love
So dearly
My mind is fracturing
Losing time
Losing moments
Not knowing what to do
Not knowing what
I'll do if I lose you
Can I hold it together?
Or will I completely
Lose myself....

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Slate sky 
streaked with a painter's acid dream
caresses the mountains, bleeding on their peaks.
Cloud curtains
lower, then rise, on an ever-changing
 psychedelic happening, 
but 
fracturing fingers 
of darkness pierce the canvas,
draining the colors,
drawing the curtains closed.

                                          07/2015...

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Competence adheres to truth
The affliction begins to throb
Fracturing the enchantment
Paralyzing compassion

Yearning for the illusion
To break from the mind
Materialize into undeniable
Ensure the lighthearted

Initiation of dissipation
Retention collapsing
Reality emerges
Ecstasy subsides

A feared colloquy
An aphotic chasm ensues
Suffocation in isolation
The curse of infatuation...

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Amaranthus weeps in Summer's first burning.
Tears hang suspended from a fracturing heart.
Lost vermillion dreams leave memories churning,
scarlet seeping from the wound of Cupid's dart.

Mourning can heal and be a time of learning,
to once again partake of love's crimson art.
And yet he cannot for from Spring's first seeding
he is destined to live as Love Lies Bleeding.


7/5/17...

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Pressed loudly underfoot
dead leaves fracturing
scattering beneath me.

Warm fragmentary vapor
slated breath steaming
evaporating before me.

Incurious quiet somber
nearly naked trees
standing beyond me.

Advancing dread dusk
day skies sepulcher
entombing above me.

Forlorn and unforgiving
October day ceasing
enveloping me frigidly.


(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)...

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The late morning light glazes the lake,
pierces, with stems and stalks of lily and reed.
Shadows freeze like lashes upon the limpid surface
of still water fracturing the sky-blue to black.
Iris of earthen orb, brush back the unruly screen of vision,
rub the cinders from night's lingering trace,
awake from the mire of silted dream.    
Let the wind, your laggard lover,
rise a frolicking and remove each lash
with the gentle touch of fingertip....

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You had set your sights 
on the pond, accepting defeat:
wanted to know the depth of water,
fracturing sky.

The mangroves porous roots
jutting out of muddy water
exploring the memory
of reclining tree.

Always remained sick
of politics- the massive
hunt of fake solutions.

The return of theboat with
tiger. Are you ready to
take a plunge in nakedness ?

Behind the curtain was
sitting the invisible wheel
which will find the vulnerability
of a lonely path.



Satish Verma...

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