Poem of the Day, Listen & Be Heard Weekly

Shattered like glass, the green leaves within leave us lief with grief and twisted belief.
I can hardly see through this fog.
It's smothering my senses.
The dog senses senselessness,
but my six pences build fences
and put upon a pensive brow
so as not to know now from then,
or whether here is when,
or whether near will spin.
Out of control like a broken vase smashing into the face of the wall
whose paper fades
and flowers bade their time 'till the time was right
and all was night
'cause it was all right,
for the first time never. If we were ever to sever the ties that bind,
I'm terrified of what we'd find
behind the line
that blocks the sign
we wish to read
but plant a seed
to make a tree
to block off the control.
Out of control like a broken face being smashed by a vase whose water is a waste
and watch the tortoise race the mace
smashed
cracked shell like gas passes through the HEPA filter
with a side off kilter
and the flower that's left will wilter until all has been said.
And now, all has been said.