Ever so often , so rarely, so sudden
I seem to be made of glass
One small tremor
I shatter
I cant help but wonder
When did the first stone hit
When did it make that small crack
The one unnoticed
The one that didn't concern me
For I saw the crack growing
Tried to patch it
Tried to stop it
As it slid across my surface
As it made its way further
I guess I thought
I was strong enough
To get by with it there
To look beyond it
So small
Then
But now as I focus on it again…
Its grown
Bigger
How do I fix it…
To late
Another stone
And ive burst to pieces
…………..Now where is that broom?
(photograph by: Jen McCleary)
2 comments:
I love this. At first I read it as if it were more about love and then by the end I was reading it as more of an inner reflection as things that a person has done. So cool...now make me a card out of it...no wait....I can do that!
(the hidden word for today is inkii, lol good old word verification)
That is like the best word verification evah!
Such a lovely poem!
Plus, "tag, you're it!"
http://inkihandmade.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomly.html
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