cracks in her glass_2

in mourning for lost love, he looks in the mirror for some answer

his shadows stare toward

way too many mirrors

with cracks,

sharpened to a jeweler’s point…

other glass

(dull and lifeless)

subdued and silent;

sand from a nameless beach.

his parade of (stiffened) failures

tossed down boulevards

of disrepair;

bands marching backward down-

ward, past the photos crucified into the stair-

case (overlaid by glass,)

pics of her being lazy and faded.

he glances toward each cracked

looking glass (now looking back)

and whispers a plaintive phrase,

wishing she were here

intact.

 dan © 2016

 Music: “Can’t Stand Losing You,” by The Police

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[1VJ]

Intensely knife-like contemplation. The pensively cracked prisms of our minds will always recollect and reflect the distortions. Love the music too.

[dan]

pictures framed in glass tend to stare back at the viewer, asking what each one really sees. thank you for the read/review. take care...dan

[...]

The fragments of what's left though broken are very sharp in the mind...
I'm never disappointed when I come here

[dan]

lynn, thanks so much for your complimentary words. I really do appreciate it. take care...dan

[Adam W Redmon]

I really enjoy this poetry, Dan!

[dan]

Thank you Hank, do stop by again
take care...dan

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Interesting poem! I like your choice of words.

[dan]

Thank you for the look-in and the review. take care...dan

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're most welcome!

[mou]

it is quite vibrant to explore the break in heart!
yes, sometime the mirror also starts to question to its own face but still every bit is not listen clearly..
you portrait the thought with just some inert words .....
since for the first time I review your writing and I like those much..
profound piece of writing

[dan]

mou, Thank you for stopping by for the review. take care...dan

[mou]

it is my pleasure...

[.]

The beginning of the end of your writer's block?

Staring into the mirror of one's past. Old memories, a life lived, loves lost, faded with time, yet always present in the recesses of the mind. The love is lost, the glass is shattered, the memories linger for what was once a beautiful comfort, and the heart still longs for the comforts that it once had.

Well written as always, Dan. This poem has a very soulful melancholic tone. The writer's block is on the wane methinks. Impressive work. Take care.

[Melinda McQueen]

Very expressive.
I could feel the brokenness of which you wrote.
A portrait of the aching heart.

[dan]

Thank you Melinda. Always appreciate your thoughts and expression of feelings. take care...dan

[Nisreen]

A poem that has so much brokenness to it
I guess the poet can feel her ache
and can't help but feel the same way

A very sad piece

[Gray]

As though memories are frayed and unclear, the one that dominates your thoughts is elusive and missing. This is the kind of painful truth that hits hard. You wrote this well.

[dan]

Lost love involves pain that can last a lifetime. A cracked glass or mirror can show one how to begin trying to justify one's role in the split. Cracks are a sudden jolt; the lingering effects can be timeless. Thank you so much for your read/review. I'm heading over to your page to return the courtesy. take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice of thoughts and description.
"he glances toward each cracked
looking glass (now looking back)
and whispers a plaintive phrase,
wishing she were here
intact."
I liked and I understood the above lines. I have many wishes of things left as was. Thank you Dan for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[dan]

Thank you John. Lost love can leave lasting scars on one's psyche. Thanks so much for your support of my work as usual. take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure to read your work and you are welcome.