“ broke as a rock”

Written for:  The Twiglets #320 - broke as a rock

My heart broke
when the rock
of my life shattered.

Blasting rock
and roll, broke
his eardrums

sits on high rock
in gray light.  Stares at rubble
after the storm

                He thought he discovered gold.
                To his chagrin, lo and behold,
                      he had it assayed
                     and became dismayed
           to find it was pyrite, not the mother lode.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to “ broke as a rock”

  1. Misky says:

    The first one is my favourite this week.


  2. Susi Bocks says:

    It’s always sad when it’s a mismatch. 😦


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