With bone dry eyes she studies
The shattered crystal at her feet
Seeing each tiny fragment
As a lost day in her wasted life.
She never meant to be here,
Expected implosion rather than explosion,
But sometimes things don't go as planned
and tripping through broken glass
is all there is.
A broom she thinks,
But sweeping would be symbolic
and she cannot--
Will not be erased
Falling to her knees,
She bloodies her fingers
in an attempt to place the pieces
but her dreams are too badly broken
and glue only blends with the tears
She doesn't know she's cried.





Comments: 30
I think the last line is a little hard to wrap your head around. Maybe she didn't know the tears were there...she wondered where the tears had come from...
I like it the way it is, but you asked for suggestions and that is the only place that is little confusing.
Good work! I really enjoyed it, Shelbia.
Good stuff
Beautiful!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
your heart..no better place than that my friend. *smiles*
Hugs, Barbie
I really am so thankful for that Shelbia.
Hugs, Barbie
Btw, I found the glue blending to "blend" right on with the poem, no hiccups for me~~~~
Someone commented about the last sentence. I think it's perfectly apt. It comes full circle to the first sentence. You probably intended that.
HUGS ~
Your Friend,
René
This is FEATURED in Artistic Minds®.
And let you know
I appreciated you,
you shared my woe
when my brother died.
I was lost and my wife wrote
"Waiting For Brian"; I cried.
Drowning, your words helped me float...
Commendable work..
We have all hurt ourselves trying to repair the unmendable, even unfairly blaming ourselves for what happened.
very well written. You expressed yourself freely. Waiting for more.
Hugs, Barbie