The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards --Rafael Campo
Friday, March 8, 2013
Half Empty
By Samantha Seto
Emptied his mind so the heart feels
light, lifted into the bright sky
to praise the day high for our town.
The cherry wood near rosebuds.
Untimely flowers leave
blood-drops on the snow.
Left the house shattered,
broken windows in divided living room,
black streaks mark the beaten floor,
fierce explosions of vacancy remain.
He walked slowly through the dreamscape
with young willows and patch of waste
grounded as blue jays scream.
Samantha Seto has been published in various anthologies including Ceremony, The Screech Owl, Nostrovia Poetry, Soul Fountain, and Black Magnolias Journal. Samantha studies creative writing. She is a third prize poet of Whispering Prairie Press.
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