9 June 2009 - 19:43poem: shards of glass
shards of glass
glisten, the colours
ragged edges bleed shinily
is it the colour stain, pain? or
glinting sunlit joy?
more beauty, shattered, stained
more than a dull blank clear sheet,
of glass unharmed. unarmed. framed.
happiness from sorrow
beauty from pain
life from death
are people too, like window-panes?