Click here to hear the poet read his words:
broken glass
while changing a light bulb
I dropped the old one on the floor
which is tiled
who knew so little glass
could cover so much ground
I swept up of course
carefully and methodically
until I had every last piece
or so I thought
I was smart enough
to wear flip-flops
and not go barefoot
as is my norm
and the first crunch
proved the wisdom
of that decision
it occurred to me then
that walking in my home
was painfully similar
to our relationship
where I am constantly
walking on broken glass
the difference is just this
the glass
doesn’t try to hurt me
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So much in this. I love how you see a sore metaphor for relationship in a simple household incident and turn it into a poem that’s understated but says so much. A powerful use of words.
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Thanks, Jenne, there has to be some reward for being cack-haunit!
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Beautiful poetic metaphor , CR.
I loved reading and hearing it.
Stay safe 😷 Isadora 😎
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Thank you, Isadora, always a pleasure to have you visit. and read your kind words.
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Broken glass in so many forms.
But the shards one treads upon in a bitter relationship hurt the most.
Well said! 🙂
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Very true, Sherveen.
Thanks for your visit and your kind words.
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Nice juxtaposition. And nice to see you.
That lightbulb glass can be very fine.
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Thanks, Trish, I was in Scotland for August so decided to take a break from WP. Glad you enjoyed.
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