ball drops
world explodes
ember
rolled up into
licking strings
of fire
blankets
the people,
breaking
apart, against
the
ir lau
ght
er, their
smiles, th
eir k
iss
es
yet,
burning them
into
frozen place
lips forever
touching
upturned
open
standing over it all
it is a pretty sight
Okay, I think the world just ended.
ReplyDeleteWell, more like Times Square.
DeleteThe poem brings a number of questions to mind. I like the way it can be interpreted differently by each reader.
ReplyDeleteI love how you broke words up. By doing so, it slows you down and makes you think about what's going on. Like everything shattering as if the world were frozen in place and yet the sound continues for an instant as things explode. Dark and lovely...surreal even.
ReplyDeleteAnd that, my friend, is why you're made of awesome. ;)
DeleteLove it, Brooke. It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have always love poetry and especially those that are unconventional in design, in rhythm, and cause the reader to really think about the meaning--each interpreting it differently.
Well done.
Thank you, Angela. ^^ I had some trouble with the words in this poem. I wanted them to flow in a soft way, but I kept getting harsh sounds. I was, however, finally satisfied with this. I'm glad that you thought it beautiful.
DeleteAnd I seriously need to read more poetry.