Bending but not breaking
breaking but not shattering
shattering but not clattering
as I hit the ground
Gathering but not mending
mending but not tending
tending but not nurturing
fragments found
Weathered hands swirl the pan
In sunlight
hungry eyes search murky soup
for glints of gold
Reflecting but not shining
shining but not glowing
glowing but not radiating
from within
Stepping but not dancing
dancing but not laughing
laughing but not crying
where do I begin?
Saturday, April 4
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Author's note: this poem was written in March, 2005.
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