Heather burns

A Stain Glass Window

A stained glass
window once
remained so for

Still beautiful
but with a small

Yesterday an

The glass came
down around my

Shards were lying
trying to replace
as new

I finally realize
is unthinkable.

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 22, 2013

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  • Wahab Abdul (7/9/2013 2:36:00 AM)

    an incident in human life signifies the poem metaphorically... fabulous write, now you rock... now you are posting your excellent poems... (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/8/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    Glass is a liquid.
    In a window pane it will flow downward over time
    and be thicker at the bottom than the top.
    This fact causes a stained glass window to have different
    colors at the top of the pane than at the bottom.
    So if the scene on the glass could be reproduced it would not look the same
    as the other panes of glass. (Report) Reply

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