bits of broken glass
lie in bitter crystals,
reflecting
odds of life
that were never had
accept in the flowing
lines of milk
that look like
a snorters envy
if u don't look carefully...
bits of glass
scattered on
the porcelain floor
were once a part of
something grand;
the pride of the
glass-blower,
the finery of the
lady of the house.
now fluted crystal
lies abandoned;
lacking arrogance,
reeling along
a shiny surface,
looking innocent
but lurking;
waiting for
bare footed carelessness
to trample over glittery specks-
now vengeful,
waiting
to reclaim
the blood and sweat
of it's maker.
bit's of glass
once fit for the mantle
are now turning to dust;
bit's of glass
once found joy in
grandiose delusion
are returning, home
to You.
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7 comments:
dust to dust :)
magnificent shafs
the tinkle of glass is a sign of good and/or bad, but you got a way of making it all look pretty!
thank you pretty ladies!
@zahera: hey sis, i havnt seen u around these parts in ages; must be the two men in ur life keeping ur heart and hands filled :)
@nooj: hey sweets:) thanks; ur reading of my stuff always amazes me. u get it! u always do...
@gg: ur my ultimate cheerleading squad. i shud bottle u :P
Blogger wont let me post :/
But very nicely done :)
why do i feel the clink in my heart?
is it that magic dust again?
yes yes, that is exactly that and it makes me jump for joy!
i sound mad?
i am! i am!
desi gal:? lol... yep. ur mad! im thrilled for you! lol *sigh*
thanks for making me smile :)
lady azra hiiiiii :P
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