BROKEN
Always, the talk is of the glass half full,
or of the glass half empty.
No one talks about the glass broken.
I watch the liquid
pour out of the neatly broken wine glass,
and see my life.
What should fill me up,
and make me me
is pouring out
unchecked, inevitable,
my defenses broken down,
no way to shore them up,
or save the essence that is me.
Copyright © 2012 by Teri K. D. Bannerman
Nice! Kewl picture!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jud! Rogsy chooses the pictures...this is his challenge!
ReplyDeleteVery kewl indeed :)
ReplyDeleteOkay.. so where does one go to participate in such challenges? I miss the creative side of me.
ReplyDeleteOh geesh, I replied before commenting on your poem, which I love. Symbolism is a powerful thing.. and I think you nailed it here.
ReplyDeleteMy friend Rogsy hosts this challenge! Here's the URL for this one. http://movingimagesmic.multiply.com/journal/item/28
ReplyDeleteYou can find the others once you get there.
Thanks, Momo! I agree with you!
ReplyDeletelovely write...ya nailed it sweety... kinda makes me appreciate the solo plastic cup a little bit more..... smiles
ReplyDelete*chuckles* I'm assuming you've heard the quintessentially stupid song by Toby Keith dedicated to the "Red Solo Cup", eh? :P
ReplyDeleteNo one talks of the glass half broken...that really struck home, somehow! awesome
ReplyDeletefeel free to join the group. its open to anyone interested. however, i have to confess i havent been regular about updating with challenges. but imma get it on track again.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my friend! :)
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