Find a crack in language,
move into it with dissension.
Disrupt and disgruntle,
create a chasm,
a miasm.
Parse phrases into
segregated clumps of clay and
you will be the one left
holding arms and charms
and hovering swarms.
A truly cracked sorceress
conjuring confusion.
Never knowing up from down.
Turn around, you clown
let the rain make naked
your face.
Explore emptiness.
Learn to let go of
everything but breath.
Fill in those cracks
with the light
from your shine.
Brenda Warren 2014
Written for Elizabeth’s Day 3 prompt.
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I’m very happy with the whole poem but adore the Turn around you clown stanza. Brava.
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Your last six lines resonate with me, Brenda. A very enjoyable read. I agree with Elizabeth, thanks for being you, my friend.
Pamela
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Ah to become a twinkle in the distance where light never fades but continues like your smile.
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Sounds to me, like the wisdom of a dreamy eyed poet and made me smile this morning. You could easily use your Joseph Campbell quote as an epigram for this one. Love “Learn to let go of everything but breath”. I added a line to the community building you and Viv started…thanks so much for being you.
Elizabeth
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