Shattered
This cruel life hath pushed me
Off this tattered shore.
I do not recognize
What remains anymore.
Shards of my shell
Lie scattered among the wreckage.
Some pieces forever abandoned,
Others frantically salvaged
In desperate hope of being repaired.
With forlorn eyes, I look at the damage,
Searching the misty skies above.
I gingerly collect the vestiges
To give to the Balm of Love.
Picture graciously provided by Jelle Dryuts through a Creative Commons license, some rights reserved.
May 8, 2008 at 1:14 am
Hit it on the head. When I tried to describe to friends, family, about when my life falls apart, I tell them it’s like a shattered stain glass window. Sharp, painful, with no recognizable pieces.
Nice job.
Peace,
May 8, 2008 at 1:14 am
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May 8, 2008 at 1:15 am
Hit it on the head. When I tried to describe to friends, family, about when my life falls apart, I tell them it’s like a shattered stain glass window. Sharp, painful, with no recognizable pieces.
Nice job.
Peace,
May 8, 2008 at 1:23 am
How the heck did I post twice with no “Hey Stupid” window?? arrrgghhh!
Oh well, the poem was worth two post!
May 8, 2008 at 1:26 am
the words fragmented shattered shards.. are always my choices as well when i am depressed .. this piece was a perfect descriptor.
May 8, 2008 at 2:50 am
@misterbooks- I think WP has its own evil personality sometimes…. Thanks for the comments, though.
@paisley- Thank you. I was searching for a picture of something broken, and that one fit. The poem just flowed from there. I had these lines running through my head, of course during times when I couldn’t write them down!
May 8, 2008 at 3:12 am
Nice debut Mama Bear. I believe we’re gonna have a good time with this.
(BTW – if you want more control over the format of your poem try writing and formating it in a text editor. If you compose it in wordpress linebreaks and the space between paragraphs, or whatever paragraphs are in poems (stanzas?), is the same. If figured this out in a little under three months…)
May 8, 2008 at 5:18 am
Beautifully written and conveyed. You are talented! Thanks for sharing this personal poem. “Shards of my shell Lie scattered among the wreckage” is a hauntingly familiar feeling……. I really love this piece.
May 8, 2008 at 6:13 am
I have no idea how to use a text editor, nor what one is. Is that like using Notepad?
May 8, 2008 at 2:29 pm
Wow! This is gorgeous. I can feel the emotion drip from each word.