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Poems are
stained paper mosaics,
words
picked up
on the journey,
dismantled proverbs
set
in the window glass
of personal palaces
and in the stepping
stones
of personal ghettos;
broken tile stories
crafted
with more blood
than it looks.
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner
Happy National Poetry
Month!
I really like this! Especially the contrast between palaces and ghettos, finishing off with a dark twist...
ReplyDeletesmiles...of the broken, something made whole again....
ReplyDeletegiven form and def rimmed in our blood...
Wow - what an amazing analogy. Poems really are like this aren't they? So beautifully abstract.
ReplyDeleteA masterpiece this one. Yes. With more blood than it looks. Thank you.
ReplyDeletewow...such an amazing way to look at the construct of a poem...I like the idea of creating paper mosaics.
ReplyDeleteStellar opening lines up to the end ~ I love the beautiful crafting of words from broken tile stories ~
ReplyDeleteA stunning, thoughtful piece. Beautiful words, Jennifer, that wind their way to closing lines that startle and stay with the reader.
ReplyDeletePoems are
ReplyDeletestained paper mosaics...I like that and we definitely bleed when we write.
they certainly are and you pieced it together wonderfully
ReplyDeletea lot more blood... ~
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