Tap | Cattail Jester
Tap you are it
Tag begin
Tap let’s play this game
I’ll begin a word
you finish the sentence
I’ll begin a plan
you smash it to bits
We will go until tired
then tap someone else.
brokenness poems
Broken | Steve Denehan
Murmured conversation and cutlery scraping.
Into the restaurant he came,
As out of place as anyone has ever been.
He was older, enormous, bedraggled.
His shoulders were wide, straining against a greasy brown coat.
His hair, matted, above a weathered face.
Stopping, he seemed surprised to have arrived in the restaurant.
He turned to face our table and we caught eyes.
Words, of a sort, fell from his mouth and landed on the floor.
He was escorted out and the silence was filled once again,
With murmurs and scraping.
Consumed | Guy Farmer
So consumed are they
By their toxic vitriol
That they don’t
Understand their’s
Is not the only,
And surely not the
Healthiest, perspective.
The Human Race | Judy Moskowitz
who’s to blame
as mushrooms cloud
a once cantaloupe sky
who’s to blame
when you say yes
and mean no
convictions compromised
who’s to blame
temperaments on fire
burn baby burn
the song of the day
who’s to blame
helpless behind the cage
maimed and broken
who’s to blame
melting ice
floating away
all endangered
who’s to blame
Broken Dolls | Tamsen Grace
When she was little
she always played
with broken dolls,
trying her best to fix them.
A little girl,
with a trail of broken discarded dolls in her wake, somehow
she never outgrew this.