broken

in a life

much can be broken

promises

   hearts

         limbs

               spirits

                          backs

lives and minds, once filled to brimming

with our essence

broken..

 upon a craggy hillside

 grazing goats peer skyward

through dappled light of tree and mountain

hearing the shadow-call

of an eagle, hunting to break its prey

majestically, with wings spanned as if to herd

it dives in and like death, distracts one of the young

driving it to a precipice’s edge

in an instant, immense claws

grab horns  and flip it, bouncing and

broken

off the cliff shelf

to its inevitable end below..

how do we know when death will hunt

us down

distracting we humans

in shadow and

shifting light

lifting us in its tallons

to the final shattering, while

pieces of what we knew as “our lives”

scatter like dust and ash to the winds

carrying us

away

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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One Response to broken

  1. David Garcia says:

    whew! powerful…what a strong poem…it is so alive…you can feel it all right there in the lines, between the lines…it moves, like our lives, right along…truth…thanks for writing this one…thanks for sending…a letter to you goes in the mail today…xd

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