in the mess of midst

crossing the threshold
fractured pieces
of broken bodies
in disassembled lives

shards of color and flavor
a childhood soda pop
scent of weed in Panajachel
senseless blood in a gutter

converging spinning
mixing matching

the rose window speaks
a crushed glass eye
over the cathedral door
the sum of man

a story sung
beneath whisper

caleidoscope mess
and rose hope

Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-07-23 at 00:15

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me want to cry for what was and what it. There is sadness before such beauty.

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Phyllis J. Rhodes The PoetBay support member heart!
A mural of madness and loss. Wonderfully written.

Vivid images. Loved it.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The mind steps over
But can not fail to ask