Broken Stones

broken stones

I attempt to make them right from what went wrong
Often I pretend that they have turned into a song
I try to keep the verses from exposing all my bones
But that’s when all I get
………are broken stones

I’d place them in a bottle
But I know that they would drown
Or float out in the ocean… never to be found
Hide between forgotten lines for reasons never known
But that’s when all I get
………are broken stones

I’d love to write the rhyme that touched one’s heart
Or one that shared the love with simple literary art
Once I tried to change the world where rocks were never thrown
But that’s when all I got
……were broken stones

Poets often linger in the shadows neath the light
Perhaps where they feel freedom or perhaps where they find flight
Perhaps we shouldn’t scribe across the page our fractured bones
Though sometimes……. love is found
………………………midst broken stones

Michael33