Tag Archives: Ruins

Unbesainted

Broken for peace
Tainted by honour
Hollowed by deity
Sainted through fragments
Wrecked for beatitude
Broken by surfeit
Coursing  for peace
Claws bloodied on stone reason
Almost but not quite exactly
Perfectly immeasured
Railed, unbesainted, torn, flowered
Damaged machinery irrupts immaculate
A damaged machine
Garners no profit
Desperately calmed
Regretfully loved
Hopeless in joy
Exalted by loss
Lost for want of ruins

 

MariusFlowered

Some poems come together almost fully formed, exploding out of raw experience, tempered by the unconscious, others from a few striking lines are constructed like a puzzle, (or layered like a collage), sometimes the picture tells more than its parts, other times, it is perhaps, complete but forever, unfinished.