Blood and Tears (The Crystal Glass)

A poem I wrote late at night, remembering how the arctic wind had swept in my doorway that day, instantly shattering a glass that apparently could not take the temperature difference.

As the cool wind blasts it the crystal glass

shatters

pieces cover the countertop glistening

tears

so beautiful I have to touch

they cut and

I bleed

 

 

 

The floor waits to sip

drips from my fingers

hungry

 

I am devoured by

beauty in pain

sharply

wiser

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

I really like this piece! The simplicity of the structure adds, as Mark said, a haunting quality to it. I could see it all happening vividly, and there are myriad meanings and interpretations for this poem.

I also agree with simplifying the first few lines. They don't match the others in that respect.

Beautiful. :)

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Good. Didn't love it, but I bet that when you read it out loud, it sound much better than when I read it. :) thanks for sharing

[Mark Pearce]

The minimal treatment in this piece is haunting. I think I would re-word the first sentence to avoid using the word "it." Something like --

Cool wind blasts
And the crystal glass shatters

Thank you for submitting it into "The Kitchen Sink" contest. It's a nice, contasting addition.

[Yaooooooo]

Overall a good read, keep up the good work and feel free to send me a request when ever..
One!