Shattered glass sparkles as crystal under foot.
In anger, words were elusive,
You replied with an object of convenience.
O’ the lovely bouquet;
Homeless, evicted from it’s vase residence,
A chaotic arrangement on the hardwood.
Love morphed to hate,
Expressed in oh so funny ways.
Drenched in floral water
Fragrant as your estrogen tears,
Laying prone to avoid concussion.
What brought us here?
Pictures…smile infused speak of happier times,
Posing cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand,
No angry words, no words at all,
Communication via telepathy.
Speaking became a flint
Sparking…fueling fire, blue, white hot.
Singeing flesh and heart,
Blistering physically and emotionally
Until silence became a friend.
There is no reconciliation
No bandage or splint to fix what’s broken.
Like the vase, Irreparably shattered,
Love is left in a million pieces.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
playful with words
Thank you very much. 🙂
An eloquent way to write about a not eloquent subject or feeling.
Thank you, I am really happy that I have never had to go through this, but we all know people that have. 🙂
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Sad and beautiful write. I like the metaphor of the glass and flowers for shattered love.
Thank you very much. I didn’t start out with that metaphor in mind, but the poem took on a life of it’s own and there it was. 🙂