I am made of glass.
Transparent,
Noticeable only when unclean.
Everything I am is brittle,
Brittle bones,
Brittle feelings,
Brittle soul.
Breathe on me and I may crack,
Touch me and I may fracture.
My existence is precarious.
Still,
What I would give
For any human contact.
Broken,
My sharp edges undeniable,
Unable to be ignored,
Your scars a constant reminder
Of my fragile existence.
~
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A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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B. A. Durham’s False Memories blends dream and reality in a seamless mix. As his father, afflicted by Alzheimer’s, fades away, the narrator is haunted by a dream that may be a memory, returning to him insistently. The piece is full of wonderful detail (the father touching his lip where once there was a mustache, “but now he is clean-shaven—he has been for years” — and moving in revealing the complexities of a family’s life. A worthy winner which shows the power of dreams to influence us.
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Comments (9)
So powerfully written. This line is genius: "Noticeable only when unclean." I appreciate the raw nature of this writing. Lyrical without unnecessary sentimentality. Just lovely!
I enjoyed your poem! Thank you! Cool 😎
This is beautiful!
Ahhhh, this is incredible!! The whole premise and the way you carried it out!! I was instantly captivated and it pulled on my heartstrings so much! The metaphor fit with the sorrow so perfectly. 'Breathe on me and I may crack, Touch me and I may fracture. My existence is precarious.' This was so heartwrenching but so well written and powerful. And that ending, gosh you did this so inexplicably well!
Nice job.
Beautiful poem… ‘ I am made of glass. Transparent, Noticeable only when unclean.“ So true.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!
magnificent
Absolutely fabulous!! The descriptions are so fitting. ❤️❤️