Why is life's so fragile glass
Subject to time's forceful grip?
It sits upon a shelf so small
The slightest nudge might see it tip.
And high it sits, this feeble cup
So that when it does come to fall
Upon the ground, it shatters into
Many pieces, sharp and small.
Pain shall come to those who loved
This fragile being so divine
The shards of grief shall stab and slash,
The glint of tears of sadness shine.
The time shall come to find us all
In graves so shallow or so deep
We have so little time to rest
Before we face eternal sleep.
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful!
I'd say that this is one of the best poems I've read by you so far- or by anyone for a while for that matter. For once, I have nothing to pick at. This is worded beautifully!
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I loved the last stanza. Was very deep and dark. However, I do have one critique. The first stanza's last line seems to be out of place thus breaking the flow of your words. The meaning behind this I recieved was that life is frail (duh) and that we'd better make the best of it before it's too late. Even if it's sad, you can always turn it around.
Wonderful job as always.
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I like the metaphoric take on this. The cuts from the broken glass can be so deep sometimes. Sometimes even fatal.
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Yes, yes they can. ...what really hurts is when you have to pick the glass out of a wound... ouch. Anyway, glass was the most fragile thing I could think of to compare to the feebleness of life, so I went with it. I'm glad you liked it!
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I did enjoy it. You did very well. You were good at making it rhyme and flow well.
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