A Broken Angle

You will have to weep

much more

and for much longer,

in order to teach the world

how to smile.

Even for a while...

From unopened windows,

you shall need to gaze

and stronger

will your grip of the stars

become.

The sum

of all longing,

heavy, in your  left pocket.

The entire world

at your feet,

unexplored

and restless,

like a mistress,

waiting for your 

secret letter.

For worse or better, 

You cannot weep enough.

This world is falling down

in all its beauty,

all its grace,

like a dancer

with a broken ankle.

So perfectly fragile,

so wanting...

Your world is delicate

and fresh,

it has double the life to lead

into whichever path they push her.

Attempt to twist

and bend your angle,

maybe then the music

will sound right.

Maybe then you shall sleep

careless, 

every night.

Reviews

[Talal Hussain]

thats a beautiful composition Arianna :-)

[Zapata]

wow, very thought provoking, but very beautiful and insightful. Thanks for sharing.

[Riley Bray]

I like this poem, due to its interesting view of things and analogies. Putting that aside, I feel as if the second stanza, or really, the line, seems a bit strange, appearing to be floating since nothing of the kind shows up in the poem later on. There is really no consistent size to the stanzas, which I suggest incorporating. Anyhow, beautiful and elegant poem. :)