Glass in broken shards
on gravel streets;
Eyes weep simple tears
for metaphors in tattered remains.
Rag-dolls and tea-cups
poured in empty boxes filled
with memories that should have
been but weren't;
stolen youth with irresponsibility-
adults with toys like
experiments gone wrong.
Grown old into a lifted fog-
sifted sands with shattered pieces
neglected to become something
the puzzle never pictured...
Author notes
Prompt:
Left In Shattered Pieces
Picture cred: swimming in broken mirrors by *visceral
Lily Skie
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A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie; Prompts by letters to no one.
625 points, ended October 15, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow, I love your poems! I like the thing about the memories that have been but weren't......... AAAAAAAAAAAAAwwwesssssoooooooommmmmmmmmmmeeee
material! once again, i find myself saying how envious i am of you! =D
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I loved this. The whole image of shattered pieces. Really, I had to read it twice just to soak it all up.
"Glass in broken shards
on gravel streets;
Eyes weep simple tears
for metaphors in tattered remains. "
Metaphors in tattered remains - ouch, wow, and day-um. Really, truly this is something special. Emotive and visual to the max.
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