The few people who have read this poem have all given me the same face. If you’ve ever felt like you’ve been misunderstood, or that someone just doesn’t get what you’re saying, you know the face I’m talking about.
I can understand how this poem my seem like it’s a puzzle, or just a show of words, because the lines don’t represent an ‘average’, ‘everyday’ statement. Maybe some people just don’t understand that there is a lot more to poetry than just words. It’s also about the emotion behind the words. I find that a poem can be read in many ways. You can take all of the words for face value, but is that really the whole picture? I don’t feel that it is.
Then again, what do I know. I guess that all of you will just have to decide for yourself what you think of this poem.
Not that I care.
Broken Picture Frames
A Poem by William Louison
Broken picture frames and unending wires
Torn and frayed again in tinsel fires
Ripped up in fear are my seams
Standing here in unhealthy dreams
Jagged cut outs of my scrapbook
Faded half-pictures not worth a look
Comfortable sadness ready to yearn
Scratchy happiness reluctant to learn
Rapture in ribbons lost in reverence
Breathing forgiven found in vigilance
Reaching for healing and all the hate
Protest the dealing nullifying late
Infections can be black and white
Dallying in the gullies of night
Billowy essence fooled for
Dungeon ready forever more
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