Something That Once Mattered

A villanelle :)

She stands, and walks, and listens to the shatter,
the shatter, the shatter of broken glass:
and she decides, maybe it doesn't matter.

Feeling for a spoon and hearing the clatter
of silver. Reaching for a doorknob of brass.
She stands, and listens, not seeing the shatter

of a snow-globe and the water splatter
on a clean wooden floor. Afraid to pass
the pieces of glass--though, it doesn't matter.

She can hear them, and the constant flatter;
fickle and breakable like the wineglass
they drink from. She doesn't mind the shatter

of a once good opinion. They chatter
on, from pity to disgust. They harass
her with questions, though she doesn't matter.

She feels around her room--a scatter
of things she can't see. A useless eyeglass,
she stands, and throws, and listens to the shatter
of something that once, really did matter.

Author's Note

Reviews are always appreciated! Tell me what you think, interpretations, whatever! It's a modernized villanelle, if I'm correct :P

Reviews

[Legolas]

Great poem:) I love your descriptiveness:) your vocabulary is amazing! Keep it up, although I know you will:)

[khalid]

wowww...that is a real great poem. i think it is perfect from all sides. the images you have drawn, the sound that flows from the music in the poem in general and the nice rhyme as well as the sound i feel i hear in every line of the poem including the glass, spoons....it is a real great poem