POTF #6(ish)

Omission


Broken is a word
that cannot be defined
in terms of small bones
it’s written on the mind

Broken like a vow
careless with words
Must rely on just
what’s been seen and heard

Frozen leaves lie in shatters
as well as the shadows
Rusting laces in windows
through crippled strands shiny shows
Inside the half curtains
dust makes a motion
concedes the floor
to the kicked cushion

Wait out another year
in the waiting rooms
Please take another drink
to the wives and grooms

He stands with arms folded
“What happened to this?”
He stares out at the sidewalk
rehearsing the list
The woman’s not open
but she’s not hard to please
Shuffling slippers,
sipping her tea

Broken is a word
that cannot be defined
in terms of small bones
it’s written on the mind

Broken like a vow
careless with words
Must rely on just
what’s been seen and heard


Stella Magdalen
All Rights Reserved 7/2007