Pieces
Broken windows
Shattered glass
Faded paintings
Images of the past
Moldy walls
Empty rooms
Dusty halls
Full of the gloom
Buckets of paint
Panes of glass
Hammer nails
The strength at last
Lighted candles
Picture windows
Life's light
Now streaming through...
Copyright Feb 10, 2008 by M. Emmett Townsend
While this is a metaphor for my life right now...
It is dedicated to all of my Gather friends,
and in particular to Marilyn
who so kindly spoke of the pieces
I've been pulling together.


Comments: 26
I'm glad you are able to find and outlet in writing and I hope that soon, you'll be writing of joy.
Thanks for the poem.
10 Stars
Your poem is lovely and I hope you continue to bring the pieces back together. Life is worth living wholeheartedly.
(Did you mean "panes" of glass?)
Lexa -- Points Nation