Yes, it is broken,
but isn’t the world
just a bric-a-brac
of busted parts,
layer on layer
of confused movement, and hashed ideals
unnatural as box hedges clipped
into dinosaurs, dogs,
eyeless waving families?
Look here at this sparrow’s nest,
its splinters of snipped twigs,
cracks of dry leaf,
flakes of moss
and other things
all broken, come together
under fretted brain
and fast heart, perfectly working
until the wind worries it all away.
I really like your poetry. It has such original and unexpected aspects.
Thank you for your comments Margaret, they mean a lot
This is unique, very special!
Margaret sounds like a connoisseur and thank you for posting that so I too can dash shit to the wind. lovely unassuming praise to u luke.
Thank you barb mann! First time I’ve heard that expression… might have to use it in the future…
Whenever you return, I am delighted. And, it’s because of your words. Peace, Luke.
Thanks trE, always nice to hear from you. I am working on getting a small collection into eBook format over the coming months, would you be interested in being sent a pre-release draft for comment or review? Nothing taxing, just would like to get your thoughts. Thanks
Yes, sure! Of course!
I agree with Margaret; unique and refreshing!
I appreciate that ebbtide
Wow. Thank you for your words Luke.
You’re welcome Patrick, anytime. Thanks for dropping by.
This one is just right. A little order in chaos…
Thank you Jana
Thank you for the follow, and I enjoy your writing style because it twists and turns so much that I’m forced to read it multiple times to piece the images in my mind. I.e. quite puzzle-like and thus very enjoyable to someone such as myself, who spends an awful lot of time upstairs in the mind noodle.
I like it. Tidy expectations get punished in this life. Life is smelly messy chaos! Yet somehow I still seek out tidy fair nice things!
I love the eyelids on the image at the top of the page. Nice touch!
Indeed, my friend. Indeed.
Really love this