Thursday, February 5, 2009

random thought-- fragile (written months ago)

Why is it
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:

ClemArt Design said...

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)

esque said...

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