How cruel the stones
that come from tongues,
leaving the heart’s vase in shards ,
as puzzle missing pieces,
they never cast a perfect image
made worse when trampled upon
by the feet who love to crush
another’s fragile features.
To seek the light
still shining in the ruins
gleams what is radiant
that didn’t die
when words are a meteor
crashing into your mind,
exploding as an atomic bomb,
leaving every looking glass memory
shattered and unable to be reassembled.
not able to still see the truth
after someone’s verbal missiles
destroyed one’s glass house of joy
using their insult rockets
launched from hateful lips.
Taking time to gather the remains
of the fractured self-portrait,
trying to remind oneself
it will never reflect all that is inside,
for it only tells part of one’s story,
the rest is a tale only the mind can share,
which never depends upon a face’s features
in order to be expressed.
Author notes
user name: penman
5) Prompt: Be careful of looking at broken mirror fragments; they do not show the whole picture
A contest entry
- Options For Those In Search Of Something New #2 by kitsmith.
750 points, ended February 6, 25 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like this. Your choice of words is absolutely amazing in this piece, and I was caught in the flow rather well. The symbolism/metaphors you use are wonderful. Thank you for entering this piece in my contest!
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very nice
I enjoyed your write even if it talks about a sad part of society. Why is it that others feel they must destroy others to feel better. When you make someone smile the feeling is much better and it returns to you much more. good luck in the contest and have a great day! The Shaker
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very nicely expressed . . great take on the prompt . . best of luck in the contest !!
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Well done here and you really worked the prompt given here! I enjoyed this read and good luck in the contest
leaving every looking glass memory
shattered and unable to be reassembled.
not able to still see the truth
after someone’s verbal missiles
destroyed one’s glass house of joy
using their insult rockets
launched from hateful lips.
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