Shattered

Disconsolate and insensible.

Too many years with no promise.

Crystal goblet in hand, I tremble,

As the shards shatter.

Cascading red veins

emanate across the tablecloth.

Perhaps some dreams

were shattered

before they were conceived.

Author's Note

The captcha at the bottom was solidate. Seriously?

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Sometimes these captchas are eerie....this is really a thought provoking read Diana, and I say to myself, so true....you deliver a nice punch here.

[Diana]

Thank you, Frieda.

[Sami Khalil]

"Perhaps some dreams

were shattered

before they were conceived."

This raises questions in our minds how can dreams shatter before they are conceived???...A very thought provoking wonderful poem...:).............

[Diana]

Thank you, Sami. Maybe it's my fatalistic side...

[Sami Khalil]

OK. You are welcome...:)...........

[Mark Heathcote]

I like your style and it’s very thought provoking, I think it’s about disappointment someone not worthy of their disappointed admirer; someone who maybe once wanted to be betroth, but no longer does.

[Diana]

Thank you. Dead-on with some of your insights...