The raindrops are too numerous to count.
Landscapes display their sorrow on the glass.
Fragility is lucid, shattering.
Small worlds are falling, who can put them back?
We try to hold together what is lost,
But song cannot be mended with a touch.
Silence is broken and no human hands
Have skill enough to make the difference.
Previously published, The World Poet's Quarterly, China
'No human hands have skill enough to make the difference.' An excellent closure on a hauntingly sad poem. It carries the frustration of not being able to move time back to that one minute which could have made all the difference. Patrick
This is a BEautiful poem! i love the part about, 'little worlds, falling apart...who can put them back together' starr
It is another wonderful poem. I noticed that the more wonderul a poem is the shorter my opinion is :) Most of your poems are bright and light, as if they were written by the sun, or the wind...
Add a comment.smart minds at work,keep it lit bro.
Small worlds are falling, who can put them back? ........................................................................ Very fine poem dear Sandra, This the rhetoric once again forces us to think about not turned processes...10...... Best wishes, Tsira
Beautiful images and excellent choice of words. Every line can be a subject of meditation and has meaning for everyone. I like thought-provoking poems like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truly amazing write Sandra, absolutely beautiful with fabulous imagry. I love it, thankyou--Melvina--