broken glass
a vaudeville dance
of broken glass
in the spotlight, and
there you were: a
constant of
changing futures.
if I could remember
just one expression
of that light,
I could forget
your face.
through diffused
windowed fabric,
morning patterns itself
quietly on my wall.
that's all the light
I need to guide
this affair.
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Kaleidoscope photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid
Bottom photo © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
nice...i like the patterns on the wall...so cool to lay in bed and watch them dance...
ReplyDeleteU konw, I fall in love with ur
ReplyDeletecreation, sentimental & beautiful! :-)
A broken heart and a creative mind
ReplyDeletelead us to a shadowland of sad
and beautiful moments, where
daydreaming meets that ache
in your pancreas, pain smeared
with red lipstick; another fine poem
Rick.
I echo Glenn's comment. Not quite sure about his pancreas, though.
ReplyDeleteluscious tale
ReplyDeleteLovely. "Morning patterns itself" is a beautiful line.
ReplyDeleteLove the "Morning patterns" too.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI used to weave stories out of the shadows than fell on the ceiling often. There were certain specific images like fish.. ghosts..
ReplyDeleteThis was all in the broad day light!!
Very beautifully done.. :)
Friday Hugs xox
a constant of
ReplyDeletechanging futures...loed that
Great piece, as always....
if I could remember just one expression ... great poem!
ReplyDeleteRick this rocks! A beautiful and sentimental Magpie! :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this Magpie!
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