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Broken House
A child with black bags
Bags under his eyes
Eyes gleaming no more
More ore, more beauty
Beauty sleep ruined
Ruined by the never-ending hoots
Hoots daily in the house
House broken by the force-gale wind.
Comments
- Author
AudreyHowitt 7,
Thanks so much.I 'm trying to explore other forms of poetry.
excellent.
change is inevitable,
inevitable are the winds.
winds of change.
- Hari
- Author
clivewilliams ,
Thanks so much for the comment.
a shattered family.. love it my friend :)
Profoundly expressive as to brokenness ...
Love the rhythm and the final/first word repetition; clever.
Painful write--but you capture it so well
interesting.....broken sleep broken mind
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