Heather Burns


Caught In The Wind (revised)


Life grabbed a heart
twisting and twirling

until shards fell
along its pathway

stepping aside
restoration began

but incomplete

like a broken mirror
a thousand pieces

caught in the wind
and blew away.






















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Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 05, 2014

Topic of this poem: wind

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  • Rookie - 858 Points Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 8:54:00 PM)

    No you can't repair a broken heart.
    It bleeds forever.
    Take ahold of the next kiss
    and remember it forever.
    Love's secrets are always kept to herself
    She will only release then
    if she feels unselfishness
    Let the wind fill your hollow sails
    taking you to destinations
    forever may you dwell (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 245 Points David Wood (9/10/2013 5:13:00 AM)

    The mirror cracked can never be repaired, but a wounded heart can be mended in time. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 35,197 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/9/2013 8:48:00 PM)

    Analogy drawn with the pearly words to the life is so beautiful, Heather burns this is he beautiful poem shared with us here thank you deserve to get hundred percent (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 936 Points Unwritten Soul (9/8/2013 11:38:00 PM)

    Just like what wind passed on my face now...broken and healed...beautiful write! ! ! again! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,738 Points Geetha Jayakumar (9/8/2013 12:58:00 PM)

    Beautiful write Heather..Life is full of twists and turns, upside down too. Sometimes leaving one shattered like mirror broken into many pieces. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,446 Points Somanathan Iyer (9/8/2013 9:53:00 AM)

    certain incidents in life, when they appear beyond repair, thoughts surface in an emotional way. Nice write. (Report) Reply

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