Stained Glass

Stained Glass

A Poem by HareRama

I see Tiffany stained glass refracting the light through its beautiful colors and shapes.
The timeless and unique piece is kept safe behind bullet proof glass for many to see.
Slowly I walk around admiring it. 
Each new shard I discover in the framework makes it more beautiful. 
The way each frame piece was cut so precisely adds different distinctions to it.
I watch as many people glance and admire for a very short time and just walk away.
I move past a velvet rope keeping others away from the display.
I see more vivid colors and light pouring through the windows.
Something so fragile has to be protected.
Something so unique is what people try to break the most.
I could tell someone about the closed off section I'm seeing.
I won't though. I think I'll keep this section to myself.

© 2017 HareRama


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HareRama
HareRama

Auburn, AL



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I just like to write metaphorical and symbolic free verse. This is just a place to save it. more..

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