Cracked Glass

Cracked Glass

A Poem by Elizabeth


cracked glass
click clack
heels pass doorways

perfect echo
perfect girl        
catwalk hallways

heads turn

they stop
they stare
they wish
they don’t dare

to ask
why the shaded eyes?

painted face
made of glass

swishing skirt
pouting lips
perfect thighs

click clack
cracked glass


© 2010 Elizabeth


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"they stop
they stare
they wish
they don’t dare"

I really like this whole poem--the onomatopoeia (Ha! Can still spell it!) was awesome, and I could hear the whole thing unfolding, but honestly, those four lines up there? They are a poem. They are not _this_ poem, I grant you, but I feel like in 9 words you nailed to the wall a series of events and emotions that almost every person in the world has seen and felt.

Dunno if you intended it, but I wanted you to know.

Posted 12 Years Ago


cracked glass... brilliant

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like it, but most of all I like the "click clack" part

Posted 13 Years Ago


Awesome write! I enjoyed this alot of imagery in it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is really good, such basic words in a basic layout, but such a powerful poem. Brilliant!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Is this you as well? I keep wanting to watch this girl walk by just once

Posted 13 Years Ago


i like the minimalism of this, the sharp images, the circular structure. good work with sound too.

Posted 13 Years Ago


very good, nice imagery

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like how this piece comes together it flows beautify very well written. Excellent write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sounds like Cinderella told the pumpkin to go on with out her. Still much fun to be had.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 5, 2010
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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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