Broken Poets

Poets are broken somewhere somehow
Now found out and uncovered by the Tao
White heat heals the fractures in my life
And there’s the blood following my lives’ knife

When you’re down remember your blue pen
Peers wonder, but you don’t need to defend
Quickly write down your very own feelings
Your mending heart should sustain your healing

Shards of pottery fail the water test
Not coming through the harsh vowels expressed
The broken poet’s syllables won’t digest
And all because you’re feeling distress

© 2013 Michael Yost 06/24

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2 responses to “Broken Poets

  1. The pen can definitely help us heal. Lovely!

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