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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

Behind

Alone

 

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 20th January 2016

 

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