Shards of Splendor In The Gloom

Shards of Splendor In The Gloom

A Poem by icelandicblue

The silver lining slit my wrists
the unicorn impaled me,
slid off the rainbow, broke my neck
now I hang from the old birch tree.

I'd love to smell the flowers
It be grand to laugh so loudly,
but glassed in such misfortune
quiet! or it shatters very soundly.

I want to write of happiness
velvet petals in full bloom,
but lately all I seem to find
are shards of splendor in the gloom.

So should you find a  clover
hold it tight unto your heart,
and maybe, oh just maybe,
it will give you a fresh start.



© 2014 icelandicblue


Author's Note

icelandicblue
As good as it's going to get me thinks.

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Especially a four leaf clover ?

A fine imaginative write, penned with such alluring pathos!

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Tom. ; )
The brutal honesty of despair and hopelessness bled out upon the page. I hope the light once again reaches you soon.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thanks Carolann, sorry for the delay in replying.
Most of my poetry is dark as well, but it is a true reflection of my soul. Inspiration oftentimes comes in our darkest times, when our pens bleed for our broken hearts and tattered souls, when we seek understanding and solace from others. Your poetry, no matter how dark, is beautifully expressed, emotions that touch the depth of one’s heart and soul, and a reminder that we are not alone. Many here are experiencing darkness in their lives, we are looking through the gloom for a shard of splendor as well. My advice, keep writing, Anne, there are always those here to listen, to support, and love you through your darkest times, dear friend. Much love to you always, xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Traci- you truly area a kind soul.
i think the first two lines are the most powerful ... kind of shakes me out of la la land ... and the fragile condition in your second verse ... makes me feel empathy for those that suffer from depression especially ... i find it very interesting that you pick a lowly clover (not fields of clover) one lowly clover to bring a promise of hope ... your poem has made me think and feel this morning ... of things other than myself :))
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thanks Einstein, it's nice to see you.
"I'd love to smell the flowers
It be grand to laugh so loudly,
but glassed in such misfortune
quiet! or it shatters very soundly. "

Exactly how I am feeling now !
Loved it !!

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

As am I Sasha, Thank youo.
Methinks you've found a special kind of YOU mantra .. or a remedy to take three times a day with water or whatever. Though it has a sad ring to it, the read aloud of this is more than fine, ''I want to write of happiness ~ velvet petals in full bloom,~ but lately all I seem to find ~ are shards of splendor in the gloom.' There's something magical about glass, catches so many colours - just as a welcoming mind does, Will return to read again .. and again.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for such a beautiful response.
Your best so far Anne - or my favourite so far... both me thinks! This was simply divine. I am so speechless I can hardly type... just, wow!

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you my dear. That means so very much to me! You are a sweetie.
An interesting poem, very sad, with great imagery. It comments on the very nature of happiness, and how, though we may try, it sometimes cannot be found. We must hold close every clover we do find, and value the good memories in our lives.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your review. I agree with you completely.
A very sad poem, Anne. I pray your life right now is quite a bit brighter than this piece. Your inititial verse was striking:

The silver lining slit my wrists
the unicorn impaled me,
slid off the rainbow, broke my neck
now I hang from the old birch tree.

I hope you've found that clover you speak of and that it has given you a fresh start.

Stunning poetry, great work!



Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Joyce, I'm sure I'll find that clover when the snow melts, ; )
I smart title for a poetry book even...fun to read...well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much Rossen, I appreciate your visit.

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