Naked Soul

POSTED IN contemporary poetry November 19, 2013

Naked Soul

Futile winds blow
through a broken heart
the vessel flawed
it’s flow fragmented
cracks wide open

Stark naked
before humanities face
feeling vulnerable
in that dark
and lonely space

self leaks out
in a stream of tears
aimlessly to moon about
in a pool
of excuses and fears.

A dark fascination
this absence of light
Love
spreads diamante’
on the cloak of night

The broken vessel
lets in a new dawn.
The smallest pond
nightly
is creation’s mirror.

 

from Poetryzoo. Abigael

 

 

Gael Bage

1 COMMENT

1. gael bage says:

   November 22, 2013 at 21:34

   love the pics you choose, just going to tuck into your beautiful book again