Fragments of language

break through the smoke —

bits and pieces of words, and after,

mingled with a burst of music

and broken laughter.

~

Fragments of language

tossed and tattered —

voices dripping, like rain, falling

from hovering clouds in the sky,

the thunder calling.

~

Fragments of language

lost and scattered —

when words are spoken, they freeze,

like soft, steamy whispers on

a cool winter breeze.

~

See more poems by S. T. Finn in:

A LIFE ENTANGLED: THE EARLY POEMS 1

A LIFE UNRAVELED: THE EARLY POEMS 2

and

A COLLECTION OF HAIKU by S. T. Finn

1—LEAVES IN THE RAIN

2—COVERED IN MIST