Fragment Palette

Wore brass pins to silver
Showing smooth and reflecting,
Picked loosely together
Attaching fabric to skin
In awe of,
Ingenuity has spoken
Under awnings cover furrows laden,
Frozen seems illuminated
Raining parallel gradients-
Envelop birthday candles,
Shout to enter,
With  reliance on one another
Yet a disturbing ethereal feeling
Of being never together,
Through brief space left in place
Through bed fevers pajamas on
Slipping wood floors skating
Through kitchen half empty
Checkerboard decorated
Playing pawn to move forward at first
Then diagonal when overtaken,
Slipper littered leading outside
A path towards redemption
Or a moment to collect
What’s left of it,
Glass empty under porch light
Designating failure points
Allowing fluorescence to beg for permission,
Allowed in drawbridge movements of flesh unfolding
Holding as one from afar
Seen close
One heart beats broken to the rhythm of many more


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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