Fragile

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Fragile

 

Sugar glass

cracks and breaks,

painless,

inconsequential,

unreal

the illusions I cling to,

when you’re not there.

But you,

all of you,

any of you,

broken,

would cut me deep.

My family of glass,

fragile things,

like windows,

ever there,

taken for granted.

So ephemeral,

the fragility of this time

I live through,

with my family of glass.

We gather like sand,

the wind blows

and

we drift apart again.

I hold forever your reflection

in my hands.

My family of glass,

my fragile things.


D.E.J. Jan 4th '09

 

 

 

 


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Jeff Dawson

Tue 10th Feb 2009 22:15

Hi Deborah, fantastic - love this -

Sugar glass
cracks and breaks,
painless,
inconsequential,
unreal
the illusions I cling to,
when you’re not there.

Sounds like your world will smash any minute, great poem, Jeff X

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Chris Dawson

Tue 6th Jan 2009 01:01

Beautiful.
Cx

Deborah Jordan

Mon 5th Jan 2009 18:06

that is the word that should be there, yes, thank you. that'll teach me to try to write when I'm tired, i'll try to amend it. It wasn't intended to be either "desperate" or "futile ".that wasn't what I was thinking at the time but as it turned out it kind of was futile as some of my family slipped through my hands and broke. Maybe I saw that coming, I don't know.

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winston plowes

Mon 5th Jan 2009 14:26

Love the fragility of "fragile" Deborah. Something desperate and futile about the end of the poem. Moving (should the word in the 4th line be inconsequential), Best Wishes. Winston

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clarissa mckone

Mon 5th Jan 2009 00:37

very nice poem, it drifts away on the winds.

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Alison Mary Dunn

Sun 4th Jan 2009 23:03

This is such a beautifully delicate piece of poetry. I love your work.

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