Emotional Pottery (Refuse Reborn)

A poem I wrote, as with many others, while having a bit of an insomnia attack. I never know what I have written until I go back and look.

I sift through emotions

Like shards of discarded pottery

If I touch the wrong one

In the right way

It may cut

 

Desire is a red vase with a dying rose

Embossed in black

Pain, a black jar with a blue interior

Less shattered than the rest

 

Beauty, a blue plate with yellow roses

Still lovely even in pieces

(I will glue this back together)

 

 

Love, a golden platter-

That does not belong...

It is not broken!

It was just buried and forgotten

Underneath

A thousand chips of orange fear and

Gray anguish

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

OoOo...I loved what you have done with this. Short, to-the-point but rich in symbolism and images. Excellent :) Thanks for sharing.