where there is glass (20161229)

17 thoughts on “where there is glass (20161229)”

1. Love this. A great statement of vulnerability. I can relate 🙂

   1. Thank you! It’s strange how we find ourselves made of rice paper when we think we’re made of more resilient fabric.

      1. Yes, exactly!

2. your images of broken glass caused a visceral reaction in me.

   1. I’m glad it made some kind of connection. I have a problem with sharp things, it seems, at least in my poems. I keep coming back to them.

3. I understand with heat, broken glass can be fused back together

   1. Very true, but it will never be as strong, and those pesky cracks will always show. Unless you start over.

      1. I have a lot of cracks myself

      2. Stained glass is beautiful when the light hits it. I think the seams in the glass are no different than our cracks.

4. I like this one too. I imagine most of us can relate in some way with your beautiful image.

   1. Thank you! Have a great New Year!

      1. That, I’m afraid, is out of my hands. But I’ll do my best 🙂

5. Crows love tiny pieces of shiny glass which they carry around. No wonder you have an affinity for them! We are all broken inside. Beautiful poem!

   1. Here’s to a year of not breaking.

      1. Cheers, darling! 🎏 🎊 🎉

6. The pain is felt when I read this. Spectacular.

   1. Thank you. 🌼

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