New Poetry by J.E. McCollough

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Kintsugi

The breaks on my soul

Are only ever repaired

Slowly.

Old pieces

Of the broken bowl,

Fixed

Back into their usual places

With silver. With gold.

Molten laces gleaming

Across my chest,

Across my beard,

And spreading from the corners of my eyes.

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J. E. McCollough

J. E. McCollough is a Marine combat veteran and the author of the poetry collection, Aftermath.

2 Comments
  1. Good poem! I appreciate the kintsugi metaphor, healed scars are the gold mined from the past.

    If you liked this one he’s published a book on Amazon called ‘Aftermath’.

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