Poems from recycled materials

I pick up the broken shards of glass
I want to make a poem with them

I pick up the broken twigs of trees
I want to make a poem with them

Do I hear the silence of negative sounds?
-Like clouds shot out of the sky?

I want to pick up the pieces of other people’s lives
And make poems out of them

And then I come to love
– who runs away

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012