broken and beautiful
note to self
oh my God, we are
broken and beautiful
every one of us
admit it or not
“we” includes
bright California poppies
filled with sunshine,
thief in broad daylight,
a knee-shaking kiss,
the rooster shagging
hens in the field,
incessant barking dog
how can it be like this?
how can it not?
our world is
kintsugi, broken—
an earthy bowl
lovingly repaired with
rivers of gold
again
again
and again
thank you Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for the title.
Love this! Perfect just as is! Love, Rabia
Oh! Thank you! I’m smiling. Where are you headed? Sending love to both of you.
–Amrita
I really love this one a lot!
Thank you! Do I call you rosaliasalon? I appreciate that you sometimes like a poem or leave a comment.
—Amrita