Glass House Happy Hour

Glass House Happy Hour

A Poem by Brittany

 

 

we piled our rocks by the door

tangible pieces of ourselves- to collect

and show us when we woke

the next day, that

we were still here

 

many lugged boulders

some brought small skipping stones

i threw pebbles into the heap

hoping to be under-estimated

 

my pebbles rolled through the

cracks and fell, between

stones and boulders

 

and i suddenly know

how it feels to be

overwhelmed

 

© 2010 Brittany


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I've read a few of your pieces so far and I must say you have an excellent way with your words. Simple and to the point but filled with depths of emotion and honesty. A pleasure to read.

Posted 14 Years Ago


We're known by the stones we throw. Underestimated indeed.
Happy Hour isn't always happy. Thanks for an original perspective.

Posted 14 Years Ago


wow, this was so good. I love how you conveyed this. Very cleverly done...

Posted 14 Years Ago


SO moving!

That is all I can say for now.

*A deep sigh*

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really like the concept of this. The boulders, skipping stones, and you as pebbles. I like the format and where you break each line. It flows nicely and was a great read.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Neat idea... cleverly written... simple but perceptive

Posted 14 Years Ago



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