11 Monday Feb 2013
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were ever you broken
how else could you know
the pattern reserved
for a now shattered cup
of vines caressing
the fragile gilt edge
– were wishing for more
than a thimble
tipped beyond
reasonable
longing to stay
when scattered as dust
to the boards
porcelain slivers
grieve now the stain
was left of a kiss
by the fall
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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I love how you personify the cup. Your emotiong really shine through with this piece.
O, Deana……..I’m so glad you like it. I worried myself sick with this one…..tho I’m not sure why. In all my images, I couldn’t find the one that I had in mind…… You’re an angel. Thank you. ~ My love always, Bobbie
Bobbie! You should never worry over your work. Do you realize how talented you are? Brilliant.
You are far too kind, Deana…… Thank you for this wonderful gift. ~ Love, Bobbie
Don’t worry about thr quality of your work my friend, your wordsmith ability always shines bright in your words.
“Tipped beyond reasonable”, the beautiful, fragile cup surrenders to the laws of nature. But the fragments and slivers remain, and we can make out the patterns of what used to decorate the cup. I can feel the shattering, and the sharp edges that make the heart bleed. Beautiful, Bobbie. Love, Dee
Battered, bruised, and bent, but shattered and broken? That will never be you, Bobbie.
~xo~ Paul
nicely woven… 🙂
Thank you, my dearest Vimal. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
Many a time long ago, shattered bruised and broken, thinking i could not go on, with only a slim hope of healing and letting the opportunity come again, a few times if I am honest! I see many with the sentiments as I daily read their blogs, though my moments were long ago, when reminded they still resonate of the hopelessness and fear to try again and keep going on that on might find success one day. Actually I am sharing a poem today called slips away.Which I wrote after reading some posts a couple of days ago, hoping some might read it and know there is always certain hope when once battered and bruised they again take a chance…wonderful poem Bobbie!