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
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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.
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ReplyDeleteWhew, broken Hallelujahs. You have described them so well.
ReplyDelete"Shards of hallelujahs" <-- gorgeous line
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the icicles today.
ReplyDeleteyes great description of the contrast between the hallelujah and the jaggedness of the song
ReplyDeleteA 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.
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Helen
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.
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