Shattered Glass and Dust Motes~

This shattered glass strewn around my feet, under my feet,

Glass that was once my leaping joyous joyful heart,

Shattered as I shared a last breath with my beloved.

Turned into a meat slicer roosting in my chest,

Where my heart once beat in rhythm with his.

His. Now forever stilled.

And mine?

Still beating. Somehow, and mysteriously.

My heart that once beat with his, now shattered glass into glass dust strewn at my feet…

Tiny luminous particles of dust motes dancing in the air

Kicked up by my feet that still walk on this earth

Unbelievably but absolutely

Uncertain yet determined feet that crunch loudly through the shattered glass powder under my feet,

Striding into this shattered glass dust life of his absence.

Glimmering glass dust motes swirling into the air…

Shimmery dust glass reflecting light back to me around me.

Shimmer and glimmer and beauty and pain and missing and Love…

Beating heart to shattered heart to glittering dust that, tenaciously and insistently,

Billows up and breathes through me and around me,

And illuminates my way~

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  • commented 2018-01-29 03:23:17 -0800
    That is a wonderful, wonderful poem about love. I used to read such beautiful poems from But, this one has really touched my heart.
  • commented 2017-11-22 18:45:16 -0800
    So beautiful…thank you for sharing.