Marked with a chisel
As if cutting metal
Stings of needles
Could not compare
As carpenters slice wood
Hence occurred the separation
A baby’s abort
Slightly resembles it
The suction of life
Did not cease life
As veterans from war
A major limp lingers
The core of the bone
Flushed from the blow
The person no longer stood
Behold the frame!
Without image what use is frame?
The two make the whole!
What functions the incomplete?
AGONY!
Written between 1988-89
MBM-Tine Brice
Published by Tine
Although I've given myself the pen name Tine Brice, I was born Martine B. Montas in the downtown area of Port-au-Prince, Haïti in February of 1967. I'm a struggling servant of God, prayer warrior, parent, teacher, writer. According to my sons, I'm a role model, an inspiration, a matriarch, an old soul living the legacy. I yearn to be bold enough to publish my first book, to connect with the world on a different level, so as to touch lives through poetry. I seek to comfort hearts that feel alone to lead them to understand that in this world we are all connected! We are one BREATH!
MBM-Tine Brice
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