My attempt at avant garde poetry for the first time in ten years.
i.
dearlittlegirl lost –
remember before
beforeyouweresoblue beforeyourheartfeltlikea
bruise?
it’s [hard] because it was so long ago, but
you were beautiful
(just beginning to dance around the milkweed, not a monarch, but a butterfly certainly).
she called you
Sunshine.
butitstrue your soul radiated through your smile
& you glowed
(a firefly, a torch, a candle, but you glowed).
no one knew what they would miss because no one knew how deeply their words
carved into you
like knives or razor blades.
you glowed
(a firefly, a torch, a candle, but you glowed).
youurheartfeltlikeabruise
youweresoblue
but you thought
you thought
you thought
your HEART felt like a bruise.
you told people your heart was a mo•sa•ic
broken
BROKEN
broken.
but what did you know about stained glass and fusing together broken things?
[you were just a silly girl.]

Wonderful. You have a definite style and it is distinctive and unique and I like it very much!
LikeLiked by 1 person