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broken things are beautiful and between the cracks we're all often too inscrutable I've seen the beauty of being a-being-broken and in the lack of what shouldn't be so-in-between a bird I found alone and frightened feathers flopping eyes are whitening I reached for her and knew she was gone four kittens in an abandoned house their Mother lifeless lying on a tattered couch I fed them with a dropper and named them so that they might live my brother with his wounded pride his possessions in one truck piled to the roof inside the smell of fear and loss a man lying with his face on the ground asking for his Mother and for mercy all around the crowd's screaming he's in trouble he can't breathe am I a watcher am I a hanger-on do I suffer as I look on does the world suffer or does it turn away broken things are beautiful when we fall between the cracks and life's meaning seems inscrutable we've been the broken beauty of our being known what's right and what's never should be in between... there is a chance we all might be irrevocably lost there's a cost to being broken and beautiful being beautiful shouldn't have to hurt pulling wings off a butterfly and knowing what it takes to make a man cry and to close your heart and watch him die that's a broken-ness that cannot be fixed a soul needs to be released from its cage a people from their fears and their rage until there's mending there'll be no relief resetting the scales while also admitting this is all of ours to grieve I don't want to sweep anymore butterfly wings from the street and fill up God's heavens with sad angels. legal copyright for this poem 5:45pm PST April 16th 2021 time and date stamped and also for this poet/writer MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD STILL, LORD WE ARE IN TIMES NEW ROMAN AND THE MENU IS BLUE...BLUE...BLUE... Vote for this poem |
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