molten glass beautifully drawn
long glowing threads and soft blisters
that cool and shrink, now lifeless yawns
drop it–it lives again as shards
young love, stepping so like a fawn
upon new grass under new suns
how quickly shadows strike the dawn
drop it–it lives again as shards
my heart beat once strongly upon
your every glance, you resurrected
it, and you were careful not to
drop it–it lives again as shards
——
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #32:
Dreaming trees/Kyrielle
Words and Feathers 
I feel your pain in this one. Strangely enough, the formal structure accentuates the staccato rhythm and the shattering, the shards.
Thank you. Luckily, the rhyme is so forgiving, but I can’t say I’ll be visiting this form again soon. I did like the final effect, though.
Next week I’ll use a less rigid form.
Wow–stunning!
Thanks! I struggled with this one, I’ll admit. Formal poetry is hard.
It is!
Such a great progression of ideas, love the way they are linked by the refrain line.
Thank you!
Lovely. Even broken things still have their use.
It’s true. And really, what can you accomplish in this world if you haven’t had your heart broken?
Exactly! Well said.
This sounded like a song in my head as I read it aloud. I liked it a lot.
Thanks! I just realized I screwed up the rhyme scheme in the last stanza. Rhyming=not my thing. But I try.
I think the formality adds to the effect of shattering. (K)
Thank you! It does read that way. Another lucky accident, I guess 😉
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