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words pour
like shattered glass,
please, excuse me
while i bleed
trying
to pick up
the pieces
that leave me
with only reflections
of what might have been
like shattered glass,
please, excuse me
while i bleed
trying
to pick up
the pieces
that leave me
with only reflections
of what might have been
Published 11th Jan 2016
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11th Jan 2016 12:52pm
I felt this like a splintered mirror, Jemac.
An old Chinese man I shared tea with once told me that when we allow our hearts to be broken,
we can sweep up the pieces and begin to live unguarded. May the broom be golden.
An old Chinese man I shared tea with once told me that when we allow our hearts to be broken,
we can sweep up the pieces and begin to live unguarded. May the broom be golden.
19th Jan 2016 3:32am
Thank You Ahavati for the read and thoughtful comments .. and for sharing that beautiful thought ... much appreciated ox
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12th Jan 2016 7:01am
Potent ink je, beautifully written!
"words pour
like shattered glass" <-- reaIly love that! I had to google the title. Perfect for this piece! :)
"words pour
like shattered glass" <-- reaIly love that! I had to google the title. Perfect for this piece! :)
19th Jan 2016 3:35am
13th Jan 2016 8:01am
words that wound,
but difficult to just sweep them away.
your poem's brevity makes it lucid...
but difficult to just sweep them away.
your poem's brevity makes it lucid...
19th Jan 2016 3:36am
Thank You JohnFeddeler for the read and thoughtful comments ... always appreciated
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