poemsandponderings

the ordinary ponderings of a closet poetess

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Kalidescope Shattered

Black stars on a white sky
tired eyes see the world in reverse,
all the strangeness turned inside out
on display for all to see.
The air turns to acid and burns lungs
exhaling in an attempt to breath
tears shall cry
tormented irises that fall to Space
in a drowning rain of glee.
Their chattering laughter is enough,
or nearly so,
to drive a mad man sane.
Story book picture landscape
hangs in broken panes,
mountains bleeding into sky
Both flat againt the twighlight horizon.
And while this world comes to end
A woman stands watching her crying daughter,
who cradles her broken toy,
and tells her "We will get another."
But the girl knows it would not be the same.

2 Comments:

Blogger Meadowlark's Mind said...

Do I need to be concerned??!!

3:18 PM  
Blogger Meadowlark's Mind said...

thanks for the clairification--Love Dad

7:16 AM  

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