High Risers Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Fragmented words, thoughts, ideas
laid out on the paper in an organized way
like puzzle pieces
and who knows what
they all say.

Juts of this, and cuts of that,
clear as mud and ceiling wax
a jumbled up mosh of confusion
but profusely proclaimed by critics. Bravo!

But the ordinary man
in everyday life is blinded still,
left hungry and thirsty for
that which would satisy
if only he understood the rules.

So highminded are they,
adrift on clouds of accolades
they forgot that words
could point the way
to salvation and offer hope.