POETRY

April 6, 2014 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I DREAM IN BROKEN

By

AJ Huffman

 

 

fragments of memories long forgotten,

 

my mind’s attempt at foraging

 

for things I have consciously buried.

 

It is exhausting, this mental battering

 

against walls I knowingly built

 

but do not have the sense to leave

 

alone.  I am a midnight Don Quiote,

 

storming at metaphoric windmills,

 

hoping someday to break my own

 

will, hoping someday to release

 

the floodgates of the past that made me this way.

 

 

 

 

 

MIRROR

By

AJ Huffman 

 

 

reflective pool, framed

 

into blindness.  Silver

 

side of deception’s coin

 

waivers under intense

 

scrutiny.  Vision’s beauty

 

is open to vanity’s translation.

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. Susan August 08, at 15:57

    I want to respond to your second poem, so exquisitely stark. The ravaging of the flowers, specific and beautiful, parallels the wreckage of a woman's life in a traditional role turned ugly.

    Reply
    • Susan August 08, at 16:00

      This comment is for Ilona Martonfi.

      Reply

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