A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Aftermath

In splintered glass
Its shards – sharp, silently
Holding the shrieks
Deeply felt, unexpressed…
When mirrored hearts
Unable to take the
Screaming pitch of 
Untold grief
Simply shattered.
Broken pieces of emotion
Jagged ends of pain
Liquid molten ooze
To soothe the 
Calamitous infinite moment
That endless eternal moment
I never thought
I’d recover from.
The splintered glass
And shards
Mirrored again-
Multiple hues
Myriad dreams
From whole to parts
Complete in each
Broken incompleteness.
All is not lost.
Each minute dream
Grows rich again.
Each reflected colour
Promises life again-
Each sliver, on it’s own
Finds itself again…
Life, it still has
Meaning.
2 August, 2011

(Written while supervising the senior children writing their poetry, on the theme, “Life, it still has meaning”. :D)

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