sugar beams and thunder storms

sugar beams and thunder storms

A Poem by freelancejouster






edge of beauty,
glass,
sharp shrapnel of a broken
love song
exists in that piece of
picture frame.

your heart is aching
where it wonts for solace.



comfort,
plushy animals and
eiderdown pillows
seem light-years away,

so long ago forgotten
is the birdsong
of your youth.


you used to smile,
before...

but i doubt you remember.



so focused were you
on building a family,
not stopping
to realize,
or care,
that your beams were made of sugar
and would melt in any rain.

a sweet-weather family,
you created.

it dissolved,
almost instantly,
with the black-ice storms
of your daughter's
last december.









© 2011 freelancejouster


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wow, potent piece... vivid, brittle with humanity... like that hollow moment where we breathe in without hope for something better than the moment you are in... everyone can relate and carry away something different from this piece. beautifully woven!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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wow, potent piece... vivid, brittle with humanity... like that hollow moment where we breathe in without hope for something better than the moment you are in... everyone can relate and carry away something different from this piece. beautifully woven!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was amazing
I loved the flowing structure
the story was very touching the family matters raised are fantasticly analyzed :)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Tags: love, life, sad, dark, eerie, depressing, broken, death

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