Broken glass often symbols broken hearts and sadness …. but there is also a hidden beauty in it.
by George Aul
Shattered dreams like shards of glass
thrown wildly on the ground,
part of a soul reflected in each one;
“Dare to dream” they shout,
empty words…missing persons.
Blood flows freely along the ground;
A river to nowhere,
a life of nothing.
Where did the directions end?
When did the breathing stop?
Take away the dreams
every last one;
Take away the light
for darkness hides the shame;
siphon the last drops of blood
let no river flow;
sweep up the glass
for no reflection shall ever show.
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I wish you a pleasant weekend.
Powerful image and poem.
Thank you, Joseph …. !!!! I wish I could write poems like that. *smile
I’m an expert on breaking glass, Vivi! Got more mismatched glasses than you would believe 🙂 Happy weekend to you!
We must belong to the same club … but I buy so many from the start … *smile
I have become a bit better … or maybe it’s that I now got a dishwasher. *smile – Weekend hugs.
I have a dishwasher husband 🙂 Watching the Chelsea Flower show. So much beauty! 🙂
How many programs do they send???? Every day????
A couple! (or 3 🙂 ) Last one tonight, I think!
Enjoy!!!! Time for bed over here.
Night sweetheart! Wishing you a sunny day tomorrow 🙂
Thank you, girlfriend ….. middle of the night and my sorry ass don’t want to fall into to rest. Today another day.
That probably means you will take tablets and sleep and sleep tomorrow (today). I hope you wake up smiling and pain free. 🙂
You’re utterly flower-mad…. and I understand why.
Tell that to my poor camera 🙂 🙂 I can’t resist! Bought some of the softest lemon and pink tulips in Aldi yesterday.
Oh, Jo, when I was young I was very accident prone (it became a family joke) then for years I was fine…and now I’m really clumsy again 😦 loads of destroyed glasses
For me it all depends on what glasses it’s …. my breakfast juice glasses I have a back up in the basement with. But New Years Day this year I smashed one of my champagne glasses …. that I can’t get anymore.
Oh no! What a shame…do you have several more?
I went to Ikea and bought cheap and cheerful ones. *smile
Oh well, at least you can still drying the sparkling stuff!
Perfect and the poem goes with it nicely indeed 😊
Thank you, Andy …. not a poem expert.
Nor I 🙂 i just write what i feel lol
You are so good at it …. but I think that is something that you either has or not, my mum wrote poems and she was good at it, but I didn’t get that gene.
I guess this is what they mean by we all find our own paths eh 🙂
Great poem you found to go with your image, Wivi.. I haven’t decided what image to use yet.. Have read the comments – hope you have a better day today 🙂
Great photo, Viveka, and the poem goes well with it!
I start to get this photo challenge bug too, not sure I will do it very often but I’m preparing a “broken” post for this round.
You too, have a great weekend!
So glad that you have got the bug too … thank you so much for the kind words, not a poetry person – but I found this poem online and it talked to me.
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