glass shattered
on the stone floor
held the dregs of red wine
sediments
devoid of fluidity
stuck to the shards
like scabs
unable to splatter
beyond the broken vessel’s fragments
threatening
cuts
to unwary feet
left bare
and
unprotected
stumbling in the early morning dark
in dry-mouthed thirst
vaguely
remembering
the sound of breaking glass
from last night’s drunk
empty cup slipped from weary fingers
left for morning sweeping
misty recollection
in the mind’s hungover fog
but
cold floor
sends shudder
through the nerves of the toes
to the spine
jolting the tired brain awake
with neon flashes
“step over”
and
feet comply
avoiding the scattered remains
reach
the kitchen tap
now flowing
with
water
~
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this was very moving, recollecting something that seems so elusive, enjoyed the flow of your words.
Thank you so much! I thought of this piece like that slowly clearing fog of awakening. So glad you enjoyed it!
I too was moved by this, as Singledust said, felt like something elusive was being recalled. I like the ‘fog of awakening’ as you described it very much talented girl! xo
Thank you! That means a lot to me! It’s how the piece felt as I was writing it, so good to know that words carry that idea. ❤
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Hope you are having a great day! Thanks, as always, for the share!
Sorry, can’t press “Like” for this. Brings back too many hurtful memories. But the verse is well written, and meaningful, I’m sure to many.
Thanks, Steven. I appreciate the comment. I rarely drink alcohol myself, so my angle on it was more of a “slowly waking up in the midst of a fog”. Alcohol is certainly a poison in the lives of many.
Have a great day!
I did pick up on that message, Tonya. I’m still working to develop more appreciation for poetry and your writing helps. I can relate to the “waking up in a fog” deal. I’ve stumbled into the dark before and crashed into something. Not my best hour. Thanks for sharing. God bless.
Thank you. I try to write pieces that can be interpreted in multiple ways. I learn more from writing like that. There really isn’t a “wrong” interpretation to poetry. How does it impact you? That’s what makes it interesting! Blessings your way too!
Sounds like someone had a tough night here…a very good piece, Tanya. Thanks for sharing it. You tell such a good story!
Enjoy your day, my friend
🙂
I rarely drink alcohol, but I thought it was a good way to illustrate that “slow awakening from the fog”…
I do experience that on occasion usually from lack of sleep.
Have a great day, Steve! 😊
Yes, I don’t drink much at all…a glass of wine now and then. It was a great way to get your story told in a way many people understand, drinkers or not.
🙂
It certainly is an easy way to describe an early morning fog…Lol
Have a great day, Steve!😊
Enjoy your day and make it productive, Tanya. I know you will… 🙂
I will certainly try…Lol
Wonderful.
Thank you, Aruna! So glad you enjoyed it.
You r welcome dear.
Lovely flow of words!
Thank you so much! You made my day!😊
My pleasure 🙂
😊
The words of this poem itself are fluid ….great piece!
Thank you! The photo inspired the flow.
That’s great…I also like the stream of consciousness…how the description glided from the shards of broken and opening up to reveal the one who broke it… It all blended in smoothly.
Thank you, again! The comments are much appreciated and encouraging!😊
Thank you very much! I’m thrilled that you enjoyed it and saw the awakening in it. It was absolutely what I was going for in the piece.