The Beauty of Broken Things

 

Broken lines, 

couched in jagged curves;

a jetstream of white light,

a splash of grey shadow ~ 

all reflections of 

my monotonous heart.

She thirsts for you, 

feels parched in your absence.

Missing the fluid velvet

of your touch,

of your taste ~

reflecting, 

upon the beauty of broken things.

Photo Credit: DeviantArt

Poetry: Roxanne Galpin

Empty Chair

Golden thoughts of you

sail

on a hush

of the languid tide

in my restless, sepia heart.

The stark solitude of

your empty chair

screams ~

your absence, lamented.

Yet, I feel you ~

tendrils of your spirit

flutter,

like the casings of dandelion seeds.

The grain of your existence,

has melted into mine,

has melted

into the very grain of

your empty chair.

image credit: DeviantART

poetry: copyright Roxanne Galpin