Shards

Maturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows. - Thoreau

A million and one pieces.

I know because I counted.

Can never be put back together.

No.

Never.

They speak of the past.

Things that don't last.

Especially stuff you shouldn't ask.

There's just something about shattered glass ...

Author's Note

"It's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Perhaps the shards of glass represent your former life, and that must be forgotten for whatever reason. Your past life may have been an abstraction, an past that could not be labeled, but more like the photo, an abstraction that is both beautiful and sad, but things also that don't last. A lovely flow to this poem and perfect rhyme. Enjoyed it. (I love the photo, abstract but also ethereal.)

[Pete]

thanks betty. your thoughts are on target. nice to meet you too ... :)

[Betty Hermelee]

you're quite welcome!!