Don Sizemore Poems
- A Broken Heart As if the moon could hear The narrator tugs ...
- Good Morning Into morning, exit black Sleep was hungry and ...
- Foolish Notion You fell easily into the spider's web The ...
- Words With words and words and words I'm cut and splayed and...
- Time If time he were a man What stories he could tell What ...
- The Descent Deeper and deeper the descent gets steeper And ...
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A Broken Heart
As if the moon could hear
The narrator tugs upon it's ear
Pours out his soul with salty tear
Stretches his arms to pull it near
As if to empty a scalded pot
To pour out his depair scalding hot
To untie his insides of this knot
And from his memories remove the rot
The narrator violently shakes and shudders
Seeking some comfort as from a mother
Imploring and pleading the return of his lover
Or at least some relief not yet discovered
Of his grief there seems no end
Impossible to calm or to mend
Even now as the moon descends
A puddle of pain, sore knees...