Often,
The breeze ushers the windows open,
And shatters the glass panes.
And very often,
I try hard to pick up the pieces,
Trying to gather the remnants.
And more often,
I fail, miserably so, in mending them,
And i sit back, an open frame, a hollow.
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i dont know what ur thoughts behind wirting this poem were .... but to me it speaks of relations ... that often ppl say things that hurt .... and often we try to pick up the pieces ... and strt anew .... and most times the relation once broken by harsh words cannot be mended again ... and leaves the person feeling drained and 'hollow'!!!! amazing words .... a very evocative metaphoric write!!! so easy to relate to it!!!
ReplyDeleteWhoa!!! Hidden metaphors:)
ReplyDeletesimple yet Cryptic
keep it rollin;)
oh i loved this
ReplyDeletekind of hits deep in :)
Touches one deep inside, this one, for the evocative subtlety that this one is filled with!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully Knitted..!
ReplyDeletelovely..!!