broken glass worries not the gods
the world is but a china cabinet
its glass windows like curved domes
barely protecting a susceptible client
boasting beauty and fragility
stones and bulls whiz and whirl inside the place
directed by gods from trillions of miles away
neither seeking nor destroying
but mimicking and marveling
at the blue jewel’s simple complexities
march two thousand fifteen
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thank you
You’re most welcome. Cheers and be well.
What a gorgeous nugget this is — sad, profound, but beautiful…
Thank you very much, Shauna – so glad you think so!
This really touched me..so lovely..life is fragile
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this poem, Eileen.
wow.
Thank you, dear.