Shattered glass
A magnet without poles
The little boy crying into his pillow,
A silenced yelp
A carousel with no brass ring
The little boy's finger in a light socket,
An empty sky dwelling
A heartbeat pumping no blood
The motherless litter of one,
Dusk without a sunset
A bee sting
The boy's knuckles smacked by a nun's ruler,
Perpetual delay
A barn without hay
The child drowning in the deep end,
A dry riverbed
A locked door
The boy's menacing father lies,
A walking caricature
A searing desert
The word echoing from birth to eternity, no.
Showing posts with label social constraints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social constraints. Show all posts
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Labels:
Don Coorough,
emptiness,
imagery,
metaphor,
No,
psychological poetry,
social constraints,
surrealism,
symbolism
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