#127

November 8, 2011 § 6 Comments

Your heart – fragile
like glass?
Or fragile
like antique
Christmas baubles?
Wrapped
in plastic and passed
to your hands
when you’re old enough to hold them?
Tucked away eleven months
then dangled
precariously
from someone else’s
needled sleeve, when
twinkling lights
shine just right and the spirit breathes,
ignites the Eve?

Is it broken, like glass?
Or broken
like toys of childhood –
Well-used and glued
together where they were
more or less
abused?
Scattered
in the attic
Waiting
in cardboard traffic
until new pairs of feet
patter the creaks
of stair flights,
treasure map, holding hands and an
exploratory
flashlight?

Is it transparent
like glass?
Or like the convex
swilling edge
of your draining bottled
beverage? Rimmed
with prints of lips and fingers
Hazy convolution
from the outside looking in?

Is it hardened, like glass?
Or like the porous
unglazed shape
of earthenware
extracted
straight from flame?
Wheeled and spun
Burned and pressured
Suffocated
Sintered, sundered
Undestroyed
Reinvented
Endurance birthed,
Strength cemented

Advertisements

Tagged: , , , , , ,

§ 6 Responses to #127

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading #127 at Authored Angioplasty.

meta

%d bloggers like this: