Poem of the Day — Happy New Tears

Happy New Tears


Bricked up salt cliffs, sharing cream horns

Bleeding from brain shaped wooden cradles

Black heart beleaguered

Spent in tell tale summer storm


Bent on slithers of shattered glass

A real driving substance


An echo revolving

Battered against boards


Mixed colours thrown like pots at a table

Touched by passion

Fashioned to a fault

Locked in tones


Lever the cracked rocks from wedged holes

Beyond blistered belief

Lost in sorrow


Gather broken combs and brushes

Give to breathing circumstance

Sob in tired tissues




Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 20th January 2016


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