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
centrifugal
centripetal

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
This makes me want to cry for what was and what it. There is sadness before such beauty.
2016-07-29


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2016-07-29


Phyllis J. Rhodes
A mural of madness and loss. Wonderfully written.
2016-07-24


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Vivid images. Loved it.
2016-07-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The mind steps over
But can not fail to ask
why!
Ken
2016-07-23