BRoken PoeTry


windows smashed upon the floor

jostling, dancing

trodden into

Swept up

off my feet

glassy splinters




Poetry can be a motley collection of words and phrases

Swept up into an image with nerve endings – and yet is it sense-less?

What about smell? Sound? Taste?


Broken – a symphony/cacophony of icy screams, cut short

windows smashed upon the floor – dark mahogany, stained with salty sweat

jostling, dancing – pounding bass vibrates my bones

trodden into – whiff of sour alcoholic breath

Swept up – the music recedes and light fills my room

off my feet – your perfume; a knockout

glassy splinters – entering, piercing, lost within

needle-sharp – attention | focus | concentrate |split

pain – ambient temperature, punctuated with white-hot light


Link to a soothing poem (yet to come… do you have one?)

Here is one I found; or did it find me?ย

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  1. Thank you! I feel glad found yours too , there’s so much in here so great to read ๐Ÿ™‚ and that beautiful pictures for us to color, I must try one ๐Ÿ™‚ God bless


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