Personal

once upon a time

a child broken slowly

into shards

gently crammed into a cup

bouquet of jagged edges

swirling behind the smooth porcelain

lifetimes passed

each age adding tar and stars

binding the fragments

into an illusion of stability

delicate container grew into a pot

big, safe with a spout to pour out tidbits

self to give to everybody else

once upon a moment

the smallest, biggest thing

from the inside

explosive conflagration

leaving nothing but dust

sparkling, settling, drifting

shaking fingers covered

weeping mouth silent with shock

then there were more hands

palms upturned to catch the fallout

to capture the tears cascade

gently folding the one into the other

clay created in the desert

laid at at dirty feet

a new vessel made

discoveries joy

elation’s fingerprints left

imprinted with love

wholly put together

cracks remained

healed with silver and blood

ink and mud

beautiful all the same

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6 thoughts on “Personal

  1. Wow ! Exquisite analogy and mesmerizing imagery. ‘Bouquet of jagged edges swirling behind the smooth porcelain’ and the way friendship and love remade the vessel – simply amazing! It is one of the best posts I have read in a while.

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