The Effects of Being Broken (Poem)

The Effects of Being Broken

The day breaks;
night crouches in the face of dawn.

A storm breaks out;
clouds seize grey's own grievance.

The wind breaks;
dirt in the eye finally settles.

A sea breaks;
the water does not part.

When a story breaks,
fingers hit or miss the keys.

When a record breaks,
fists just pump right on.

If a bone breaks,
skin won't always tear.

If the heart breaks,
the broken a cross might bear.

A woman breaks her silence;
her man breaks his word.

One asks for a break;
yet another denies it.

We can still break bread
before your table's bare.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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I wrote this poem for today's One-Word Blog Carnival, sponsored this year by Peter Pollock.

The Blog Carnial is a biweekly online event open to anyone. Participants write either original poetry or prose reflecting their consideration of or response to the one-word prompt or topic. The prompt for January 11 is "broken". 

At Peter's place, you'll find a list of links to all of the Blog Carnival contributions, which are posted throughout Tuesday and often through to the end of the week.

The Blog Carnival's FaceBook page is here.

Check back at Peter's for the prompt for the next Blog Carnival. The complete list of this year's prompts is available here and here.

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I offer this poem also for One Stop Poetry's weekly "One Shot Wednesday" event. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday to list your own link or to find the links to the many contributors' "one shot" poems.