Hammer

Maybe we should keep things simple.

You know it well.

That mold can be broken

With just a twist on the simplest phrase.

On the simplest metaphors, we rise.

Maybe I'm not being clear enough,

But if you kept my head out of the clouds,

Would we keep this simple thing going

In the direction of happiness?

Maybe it's not that simple.

Maybe my clarity is too transparent.

You see right through me

In to the other side,

And realize I'm often invisible.

I'm often over looked.

I'm often threatened.

But if you broke me,

Broke me like you always had,

Would the cracks be more appealing

To your naked eye?

Then break me.

I can't stand it

When you can't see me.

Strike my soul

Like a heartless hammer strikes

A thin vase.

Is there even a slight thought,

Any bit of hesitation,

That you might want to pick up the pieces?

I'll let you assemble me

However you want.

Please don't cut yourself

Against the thin edges.

Damn you,

For creating this contradiction.

Damn you!

Am I the only person

Who sees majesty

In a once broken vase

Pieced together

With glassy glue?

No one picked up your pieces,

I'm sorry.

No one put you back together,

I'm sorry.

No one breathed love into you,

I'm sorry,

When that heartless hammer

Shattered your entirety.

Please,

Don't be that heartless hammer.

I will piece you together again

Into a work of Beauty.

Author's Note

Just give me your good and bad thoughts. I only ask that you answer why you might have these positive and negative thoughts. Thank you for viewing!

Reviews

[Sean]

Hi Christoph!

I've read this poem at your suggestion, though I must admit I prefer your other poem. I felt the message was clearer there. :) I was reminded of the song "Fix You" by Coldplay when I first read it. But upon re reading it and some contemplation, I've decided that my interpretation of the poem, would be the discovering of love between two friends.

The mould of which you speak of is friendship, and the twist of the simplest phrase, would be that of becoming lovers. That we spend time healing each other, being together despite our imperfections, that we pick each other up, each time we're smashed by that 'heartless hammer'. I think this is one man's plea to a woman, to allow him to fix her, because he thinks she beautiful despite all her cracks.

But of course:

Damn you,

For creating this contradiction. "Ah...the familiar sensation of unrequited love...of being 'friendzoned'

If my interpretation is correct, then I'd say this was a great attempt, and that I enjoyed reading this. I think it was very ambitious, but you managed somewhat admirably well. If not, then I've just spent fifteen minutes typing fluff, and you may now enlighten me please. :P

[creativequill]

I really like the way this reads, at a decent pacr and you absorb each line well.

I particularly liked "pieced together with glassy glue" nice description, mental image encouraging which is always nice in a poem :)

Enjoyed this much :)

[FD.]

There is something in this poem that attracts me which I can't put my finger on... It's beautifully written and I can relate to the feeling.

[Christoph Poe]

Thank you very much! :)

[krish]

nice poem fella....

[Christoph Poe]

Thanks. :)

[Carolann Dowsett]

I adore this, too many heartless hammers out there, too many times we get shattered. I love the last two lines "I will piece you together again into a work of beauty." Shows you have a heart of love still even though it has been shattered.

[Christoph Poe]

Thank you kindly for the comment! :)

[Carolann Dowsett]

Welcome :)