Shatter~

Life is like a shattered bottle of glass.

So many fragments, Strewn along the earth,

Once born, as a whole to grow and mold

To roam the terra, gathering in sights to see

For one day, its spirits will not hold any more

Falling apart, begins, splitting sides ends

Slipping from real grips, to be thrown down

Allowed To Shatter, and be picked apart.

People only feeling the shards that sliver

Overlooking the larger prisms of sparkle

It takes too much time, to explain

Let’s just fade away into the ground

Author's Note

First draft, will be re-reading~

Reviews

THank you everyone for the reviews...

[Daniel88Batson]

Truly brilliant philosophical approach to life.
The way people can just brush life away when broken.
How it hurts others if shattered.
The transparency of the glass.
Brilliant!

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description and I like the word usage. I had to read the poem a few times for the pleasure of the language.
"People only feeling the shards that sliver
Overlooking the larger prisms of sparkle"
Thank you for a amazing poem.
Coyote

[alerodri]

nice comparason i never so life in that light

[Sukriti Suki]

Nice one! I am looking forward to reading more of your work. This is very nice.

[Branch Isole]

The intensity herein belies the unadorned visual. One can sense the shattering and its possibilities through the different perceptions presented.
I especially like "Allowed to Shatter, and be picked apart" which brings into play an outside force ready to prey.
(When you do your re-read you might consider replacements for 'wonder' and 'till' as they are out of context- just a thought)

[Helpless]

perfection!

[Larry Dyson]

this is astoundingly great...its flow is wonderful...and clearly spoken and alluded to so much more in the emotional feeling levels....excellent writing Fallar2me

[SpokenWord]

We are fragile in our mental and physical more so than any care to admit and if we don't take care of the past it affects our future fragmenting us into different directions where only truth and communication can mend us whole once again.

[Poetic Beauty]

Life can be like a bottle of broken glass. Many times people unintentionally say things that hurt others feeling and make them feel as if they are being picked apart. Love that metaphor. Hold you head high for there is always super glue. We may not be the same but sometimes we turn out so much better after the refurbishing.