Shattered

pieces of time, fragments

of memory —

reflect, each, a soul falling, sparkling

in eternity.

A moment caught in motion/a feeling trapped in cobweb —

Death (quite common-place)

crushes underfoot the shards of love, dreams, hearts…

and has ceased to interest

a world

of mirrors.

 

This is a poem that I wrote last year. It needs some work (a lot) but I still wanted to share it. I look at some of my scribbling from that time and think, “What trash,” but there are a few ideas that I actually like. Towards the end of this week, I will be making some sort of weekly blogging plan and discussing some of the topics that I hope to cover here. (Because otherwise I will be lazy and not commit to anything.)

 

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