Broken Concentration, for dVerse Poets, June 25, 2025

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Broken Concentration

The words packed tight within my mind
seek the empty page.
They fly like hummingbirds and hawks
escaping from their cage.
But when all my empty places
I seek to fill again,
too many words rush in at once,
creating such a din
that nothing can be made of them.
I cannot restore order
in these alien syllables
that flood across my border.

I did not think these previous lines.
They just crept up on me.
I place words here upon the page
and thereby set them free.
They have no place within my head
where I had plans to write
a solitary love poem.
Instead, they spar and fight,
one trying to beat the others
to the front line of my mind.
Love words elbowing their way,
lined up in back of “pined.”

So “heartsick” steps on “passion’s” toes.
“Adore” runs out of steam
trying to reclaim the place
where words like it must dream.
I no longer know the purpose
that I set out upon
I fear the mood is broken,
my concentration gone.
The thought that any love poem
will come is now absurd.
Minutes ago I was in love,
but now I have been cured!!

 

The dVerse Poets prompt is “broken.” We have broken vows, broken systems, broken expectations, broken agreements, broken communication, broken societies. Especially right now in this world, many of us know “broken”. Will we be able to repair the divisions? Can we put the pieces back together? Can we recreate a better world?

 

 

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23 thoughts on “Broken Concentration, for dVerse Poets, June 25, 2025”

  4. Sunra Rainz's avatarSunra Rainz

    I love the journey here that leads to the last stanza, and the way it ends:

    “The thought that any love poem
    will come is now absurd.
    Minutes ago I was in love,
    but now I have been cured!!”

    It made me chuckle 🙂

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  6. Ana Daksina's avatarAna Daksina

    Those dang Muses just ignore the reins and go off in any direction they want to, sometimes, don’t they? I once sat down to write about a faithful worker, and ended up with one of the most beautiful love sonnets of my life ~ so I guess the process works backward too! 🤣

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  12. shaun tenzenmen's avatartenzenmen

    Word creep up on us, unknown! A nice write.

    I don’t quite agree that the world is broken though. Maybe in the West it feels like that but the West is only one part of the world.

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