A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

HATCHING

Can we piece together again
Our confinement,
From the laughing fragments
Of its shattering?

2 comments:

Mijo said...

it's the truth of life that we humains seek peace and comprehensiveness but always find war and must fight with every breath
such a bountiful question...I don't known but I like to listen again to this "laughing fragments"

Ellumbra said...

Dear Mijo - You have brought sense to the title of this collection - from reading your brief introduction statement about ". . . head in the clouds - feet, sometimes on the ground" - I had hoped that this would be a place of comfort and softness - for those with heads, habitually at similar altitudes - now I see the sense in the title - merci beaucoup, encore.

Peace - clarity - breath - I can dream of hearing such words -sweetened yet more, by an exotic and adorable French accent . . . I thank you so much, for your interest - and for whetting my intrigue about yourself . . .