Dawn broke with a bright
Breaking the design.
I knew it would never work but decided to give it a
Patrice always said:
“Enjoy life and have a dash of everything!”
Unsurprisingly, it came like a loud and sudden
I was in prison, locked up in chains,
my shirt was covered in
Which reminds me!
She always said:
“These boys are so hot, but most of them are pains.”
She was right. The amendments could wash out the stains.
But he said he wasn’t sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
He never meant it.
and all I did was ignore him.
Then again, she said
“Ignore all the negativity!”
The design was superb! A giant lattice.
Lattice. Woven. Circular.
Patrice always used to say that the circle of life never mattered.
“What matters is what you do when you are alive!”
[What do you think, class? I’ve edited it slightly from our rough version; mainly adding punctuation and cohesive elements. I’m interested in hearing your thoughts! I’m particularly interested in the interplay between fracture and wholeness and how diction contributes to this sensation. It is especially interesting when you think that we made this poem out of parts, so it is, in itself, a whole made out of fractured bits. How does the title affect the poem? Does it add a layer of covert meaning? An example of the iceberg effect? Let me know in the comments!]