Broken


The sound of it still lingers

The bits and pieces still scattered

The pain that came, when it shattered

From the eyes, flowing down like a river

Now dried up with the warmth of time

But still cold as ice, in a corner of mind

A revived memory from a forgotten past

An illusion that wouldn’t last

Like a vase, it broke

With one single movement

Never to be the same again

Never would it mend

Ended up on the floor like molecules of dust

Now blown away by the wind, is what I called TRUST

 

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46 Comments

  1. Jingle said,

    December 19, 2010 at 10:02 am

    Never would it mend

    Ended up on the floor like molecules of dust

    Now blown away by the wind, is what I called TRUST….

    love the way you describe broken trust…beautiful and creative,
    fabulous entry.
    🙂

  2. Roy Smith said,

    December 19, 2010 at 12:10 pm

    Great presentation and nice ideas

  3. shantescia said,

    December 19, 2010 at 2:54 pm

    I like how you represent how fragile trust is

    • Alethea said,

      December 19, 2010 at 3:13 pm

      It IS very fragile..glad you liked the poem. Thanks 🙂

  4. December 19, 2010 at 3:47 pm

    sad…but I totally feel this and understand 😦

    • Alethea said,

      December 20, 2010 at 1:14 am

      I’m sure we’ve all been there sometime in our lives…glad you could relate to it!! Thanks for the comment 🙂

  5. littlexwing said,

    December 19, 2010 at 7:32 pm

    really fantastic. I love the theme, but the execution really impressed me.

  6. meirozavian said,

    December 20, 2010 at 3:41 am

    Your poetry teach me how to take care of “trust”. Nice job dear.

    • Alethea said,

      December 21, 2010 at 1:12 am

      aww..glad it could do that to you…thanks 🙂

  7. December 20, 2010 at 3:12 pm

    Well put together. A nicely composed piece.
    Well done.

    http://www.thisisthediaryofanotmadblackwoman.wordpress.com

    • Alethea said,

      December 21, 2010 at 1:13 am

      Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂

  8. lmcgregor said,

    December 20, 2010 at 8:29 pm

    I love the way this is written. Very innovative. I like the pattern you’ve made with the red too.

    • Alethea said,

      December 31, 2010 at 10:52 am

      Thank you…the red was to show the “broken” trust. Glad you noticed it 🙂

  9. timkeen40 said,

    December 21, 2010 at 2:46 am

    Outstanding.

    A revived memory from a forgotten past
    An illusion that wouldn’t last

    http://timkeen40.wordpress.com

  10. blakoleander said,

    December 21, 2010 at 9:56 pm

    Like how you used the highlighted text to display the broken part of trust. good angle

  11. Fyodor Lewis said,

    December 22, 2010 at 4:45 am

    Nice turn. Well done!

  12. debi said,

    December 22, 2010 at 3:20 pm

    An illustration of a broken vase. What a sad but pretty poem.

  13. December 23, 2010 at 2:38 am

    The rhythm was amazing, beautiful. The theme was awesome, it is fabulous.

  14. December 23, 2010 at 7:33 pm

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  15. TC said,

    December 23, 2010 at 10:04 pm

    the imagery is stunning.
    ”Like a vase, it broke
    With one single movement
    Never to be the same again”
    so beautiful :’) well done friend!

  16. December 27, 2010 at 12:33 am

    Wonderful flow:) The beauty of everything around us needs to be appreciated while it lasts.

  17. December 27, 2010 at 4:57 am

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  18. December 27, 2010 at 4:36 pm

    wow, love the way you lead up to the most important part: trust

  19. fiveloaf said,

    December 29, 2010 at 1:07 pm

    trust is vital. it tugs at the heartline. nice touch!

  20. December 30, 2010 at 4:55 pm

    Beautiful poem. I do think it’s in our deepest core to want to trust.

  21. Kim Nelson said,

    December 31, 2010 at 3:32 am

    This poem broke my heart. I so wanted that which was broken to be mended. I understood, at verses end, why that could not be. Nicely constructed.

    • Alethea said,

      December 31, 2010 at 11:01 am

      I know….the heart yearns for it to mend but at one point the brain realizes that it’s better kept broken. Thanks for the comment!!

  22. dancingfreak said,

    December 31, 2010 at 5:21 pm

    a lovely piece to read

    but i did not understand why the red color on certain spaces…

    keep it up!

    • Alethea said,

      January 5, 2011 at 10:02 am

      lol…the red shows the “broken” part!! Thanks for the comment. A very Happy New Year to you 🙂

  23. yelena m. said,

    January 3, 2011 at 5:15 pm

    A very memorable poem. I like your way of expressing thoughts and feelings.


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