Apr 09 2007
Broken Pieces
Broken pieces
litter life’s great hopes
scattered like sparkling
shards of broken glass.
Reflecting and blinding
capable of heat
and cutting deeply.
Wounds
that refuse to heal
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read.
Eyes look away
hands offer false
condolensces.
Never touching hearts
that need desperately
the contact
denied them.
Never knowing
the kaliedascope
that lies within.
Copyright 2007
12 responses so far
“eyes look away…”
We can tell so much truth in others’ eyes, if we choose to see it…beautiful poem! Thank you!
oh thank you so much heather - and thank you for visiting. i hope i see you again.
sarah
The choice of perspectives
we all make
some scars we choose to see
some we do not
eye opening
true - perhaps it’s a survival mechanism of sorts? i guess the point i was making is that we are all in our own way, broken pieces. but it doesn’t mean that we can’t be fixed.
sarah
Wounds
that refuse to heal
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read.
Perfectly said. Perfect.
i was hoping you’d like it.
sarah
Wounds
that refuse to heal
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read.
Oh man. I can totally relate to this one stanza. Nice poem. =)
~H
i’m a little sad that someone as young as you can relate to that stanza. but i’m glad that the poem spoke to you. thank you, hannah.
sarah
if they don’t want to read the heart, it’s because they’d feel helpless.
I still believe there is someone out there who can heal the wounds, but that person may not necessarily be a partner in a relationship.
Some may want to stay in a melancholic state, till then healing takes time. Moving on makes better healing.
Felt,
Tom
you know, tom…i think that ultimately we heal our own wounds. and that’s a good thing. but i also think that our modern society has lost its empathy for its fellows. we have so many disposable things in our lives these days that it seems that people think that human beings fall into that category too - which i guess was my point. the lack of desire to connect with others around you. make sense?
glad to have you here.
sarah
You know, I can’t stand poetry…usually, but there is always something that captures attention here. A secret though, my eyes dart from one ’stanza’ to another, not necessarily in order, but then your words make something inside my mind - hope that’s not a bad thing
oh dear, poor evan. i’m sorry darlin’ i’d no idea. i’m positively flattered that someone who doesn’t like the medium can take something away from it anyway. i’ll let you in on a little secret, i’m not really a poet and likely most poets wouldn’t call what i do poetry - still i must express myself. we all have our own little dance in life, haven’t we?
sarah
Glass so hard and cruel
Either reflects the truth
Or curses you
With seven more years of woe
But… we have friends and shoulders to lean onto, haven’t we?
Great poem!
Cheers,
Robert-Gilles
indeed we do, mon ami.
bonjour!
sarah
I love the way you once more lined up words to create beautiful images.
Is it awful to say that although I recognise its message, it can’t hit home with me anymore? There was a time all my poems sounded like this. One day I just couldn’t settle on the beautified drama side of life anymore.
Reading above I realise though that I am at best an ex-addict to which temptation whispers: ‘but pain still writes better poetry’. :-/
it’s not awful to say that at all. i don’t think i’m into the beautiful sadness as much anymore either. although, different things inspire different pieces. this piece was inspired by something outside myself.
sarah
Man, I’m turning into a wicked slacker.
Hannah commented on this before me. Sheesh.
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read
I understand this little tome and loved reading it.
These exact words reside somewhere inside of me. Thank you for giving them the light they truly deserve.
~m
we all slack sometimes, michael…i know i’m guilty of that myself, more often than not. no worries.
i guess we all feel a little broken sometimes - happily, it’s only some of the time.
love,
sarah
Dear Sarah,
Yes, it did make sense in that way, and I can’t agree more. I’ve met such beings and some are really cold as ice inside, and I just hope they’d thaw now because feeling for others can be the sweetest thing in being human, even if one is not able to do anything, at least for the moment.
Now I see,
Tom
i agree - feeling for others can be the sweetest thing in being human. well said.
sarah
See I’m not getting a broken heart, wounded vibe here so much as an opportunity lost. Like a chance missed, the whole not wanting to take the time to really get in deep and get to know someone, opening yourself up completely in a way that leaves you vulnerable yet stronger after the fact. Good job lady marmalade. Nice work. Kim
as usual you perceive quite well. thanks, dear.
sarah
Sarah, once again your words say it all…its obviously something very personal to you, yet said in such a way that almost all can relate on some level or another….
Kelly
i think it may be that most people can relate to the feeling of being broken. it seems to be a universal human condition. and it is personal in the sense that i have seen too many times in my life, people rejecting others because their frailties whether temporary or permanent frighten them. rather than reaching out. i think it makes us less human to reject such things, rather than reach toward it. make sense?
sarah