Courtesy of Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales
A toy, really, I know,
but so much different
for it to be what I saw
when I looked through
the shattered glass
she left me in place
of the heart I once knew,
long ago and far away
the boy I was
offering a broken plaything
to the man I had become,
learning so swift a lesson
harsh and edges of razors,
liquid eyes diffracting to see
through the granular pain,
that beauty remains at the core
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broken hearts can be pretty to look at but painful to hold....
ReplyDeletenice take on the prompt
... who among us has not suffered this pain. Your Magpie is beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI think it was Jack Gilbert who wrote, "grief makes the heart apparent as sudden happiness can." Something about a broken heart loves the world in a bigger way. Glad to hear that grace made its way back to your door. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteKaleidoGumbo,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. Always a word-treat to read your stuff.
Wordsicle? Wordernut Bar? Wordgurt? Wordpop?
Anyway, good stuff.
Later,
Jason
The Cheeky Daddy
Thank Goodness beauty remains at the core, and even a lost love is never wasted. Nice one, Gumbo!
ReplyDeleteLike it - like it a lot!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautiful write. I think we all can relate here.
ReplyDeleteA twist of the wrist and it all changes, and you've caught that feeling of being splintered into sharp but colorful fragments very well.
ReplyDeleteI am glad that beauty remains at the core.
ReplyDeleteI'm just going to say, "What Jason said." Cleverness there.
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