Sunday, January 25, 2009

(part 122) BROKEN




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LOOKING OUT
THROUGH BROKEN EYES
I SEE THE BIRDS
IN BROKEN SKIES
THE YEARS HAVE PASSED
ON BROKEN CLOCKS
MY THINKING FROM
THIS BROKEN BOX

LEFT ALONE
ALONG THE SHORE
MY BROKEN SHIP
THE WINDS IGNORE
I WANDER NOW
ALONG THE ROCKS
MY THOUGHTS ARE BROKEN
LIKE THE BOX

BOTTLES DRIFT IN
ON THE TIDE
WITH BROKEN
MESSAGES INSIDE
AND I ALONE
THE WORLD STILL MOCKS
THE THINKER IN
THE BROKEN BOX

Robert Parker Jameson Jan 2009

4 comments:

  1. Bobby, that's absolutely BEAUTIFUL--but sad, too.

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  2. Another masterpiece.....I loved "Dance" on your my space,but then again I love everything you write.You are special.
    Jennie

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  4. Really interesting metaphor transforming the weary cliché "outside the box" into the intriguingly insightful (and incite-ful) "broken box."

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