Cristina Geanta

Rookie (19 04 1984 / Romania)

Water, Wind And Broken Glass - Poem by Cristina Geanta

When stormy
weather comes,
what better way of keeping
the drops away from your cheek
than hiding beneath a shell?

A shell of glass so you'll know when the storm's over.
A shell through which
all
others can see you.
Only the image is distorted...

And, in the end, would you leave your shell?
At least it saves you from the
water and
wind's cold
touch
trying to put out
whatever
warmth you still have left inside.

It's light enough for a soul to bare. But
it's also thin and could never last
when hail falls down on you.
Who
would hold a
body covered in
broken glass?

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Comments about Water, Wind And Broken Glass by Cristina Geanta

  • Rookie Cristea Adina (5/28/2007 4:26:00 AM)

    The metaphors you used are very effective and make it easy to relate to them with palpable feelings. About the mask we all wear and are afraid to pull down not to get hurt.
    Mult succes la scris! :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 22, 2006


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