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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 29, 2011 16:33:06 GMT -6
Another altered photo of one of my collages: Any ideas for a poem? Brigid
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Post by Reilley on Mar 31, 2011 8:15:17 GMT -6
They are everywhere, shattered fragments, broken pieces, jeweled splinters. The remnants of Happy littering the sidewalks, clogging the sewers.
They dart from our grasp; silverfish on speed, reflecting back at us what we thought, how we felt, they way we kissed.
With the strength of our hearts we pick at them, one spark, one hope, clutch it in bloodied fingers and lose it again, only to catch another in the sparkle of our eye.
Precious few we save, making for ourselves a mosaic. A good time here, joyous moment there, held together with the glue of our Hope.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 31, 2011 11:29:28 GMT -6
Hi Reilley, Great response! Great poem! Thanks. Brigid
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