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.
the broken response...the echo back..that is reassuring isnt it...i walked those glass lanes myself before...smiles.
Whew, broken Hallelujahs. You have described them so well.
"Shards of hallelujahs" <-- gorgeous line
Reminds me of the icicles today.
yes great description of the contrast between the hallelujah and the jaggedness of the song
A thought provoking post and I am looking forward to reading your earlier posts. I found you through a comment of a mutual blogger. Your name Glynn is also my maiden name and I smiled as many used call me by my last name.
I am your new follower.
Under the sun,hallelujah's often are separated and lay often on the ground in shards. Yet, redemption can mix the blood with the shards into a wonderful mosaic. Beautiful poem of tension.
It's very good. . .
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