Shards of hallelujahs
litter the floor, shredded like
waste paper, forgotten, not made
I was here once before,
walking on broken hallelujahs,
the cuts leaving a blood path
Hymn-less, I sing a song
bordered in gray, etched
in black, pushing my words
into the chorus of night, hearing
the broken response, the fading
echo of broken hallelujahs
Over at dVerse Poets, the Poetics prompt today is all about Leonard Cohen. To see more poems submitted, please visit dVerse Poets.
Painting: December by Gerhard Richter (1990), St. Louis Art Museum.