Thursday, June 11, 2009

Shattered Glass

I launched off
Drugs, from a platter
Of shattered glass
Then sailed to the top
In the summertime of my youth
And in that brevity
I strained
For a glimmer..
Just to capture
A whole piece, magnified
Through my fractured existence
Where thoughts
Found expression..
In words
Yet broken again
Like fireworks
In quick decent
Equal to the ride
Took me back down
Into the hole with the empty
The poor
And the seekers who mourn

Was the summertime of my youth
When I’d strained
Just to capture
A whole piece
Of shattered glass


gautami tripathy said...


Regina said...

I saw your sky photo. Nice one.

Pacey said...

Beautiful flowers and I love your header too. Great poem to go with the photo.

Titania said...

Hi Regina;
I am always amazed at your choice words to express your deep thoughts.
I am a bit slow at the moment. It is winter and we are renovating the house. It is 2o years old and needs a bit of TLC. Be happy!

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The Write Girl said...

Wonderful poetry and love this line "Through my fractured existence..." I love that photo you captured as well.

Kilauea Poetry said...

Hi..thanks all of you for the read. I'm actually joyful as I can now express what I couldn't then..having served as the very light for my freedom-

Byz. said...

Gina, This poem moved me very much. Love Eaton.

PS Today's Header Photo is amazing, stunning. :)

L.L. Barkat said...

"Just a whole piece of shattered glass." That phrase strikes deep.

Euroangel said...

great shots and poetry out here..thanks for sharing!

Bonnie Bonsai said...

Drugs of wastefulness consumed in youthful days feeling bored and drowned in depression for naught.

Wonder many times as I privately ponder;
Is it the western world's fringe benefit for being born into life full of privileges that less fortunate countries lack?

Then again, I am thinking even these so called less privileged countries have too their own similar demons to conquer.

Very thought provoking write.

Am I surprising myself here?
Or is my brain at work again?

Metaphor oh metaphor

Kilauea Poetry said...

Hey there Bonnie..
Saying we were middle class doesn't cut it either, but I think you would be correct in this comparison otherwise, I mean it just has to factor in. I'm sure the not so privileged countries have there baggage as you say.
For me, I didn't use drugs for recreation. My parents led decent lives and it afforded protection, but I guess the spiritual takes on a new dimension when God allows you to fight for ground that has to become yours. (when the eagle stirs the nest)? They were unprepared for the 60's and as a consequence, so was I.
That other poem (The River) should shed light on my background..maybe why people either look to others (co-dependency) or food, alcohol, work..(often times it's a combination)? I guess instead of the spiritual- many mop up the pain in the natural realm..what do you think? I felt trapped inside- the worst part being I couldn't express myself (drugs like that gave me a temporary outlet).. The down side (it didn't last) became a Blessing in that the very misery itself that had become so unbearable, (it's suppose to right) served as the crisis (I sought out), when nothing could help me anymore- Christ revealed Himself to me. I hope that explains a little. I do thank you for taking the time out to let me share that..
Your thoughts are always appreciated here-

Kilauea Poetry said...

BTW..I said I didn't use drugs for recreation but maybe that's not quite accurate? Indulging oneself in whatever vice obviously brings a good deal of satisfaction..ha

Bonnie Bonsai said...

When I was in the university studying Pharmacy (not bragging, just the plain truth), I had lots of Thai classmates from Thailand. That country is part of the Triangle that produced marijuana.

I asked them, your country produced these plants, "do your people use them like most crazy people do? I mean to make them out of touch whatever?"

They replied, "No, we use marijuana as food flavouring, not for anything crazy like what people outside our country do. One single leaf will suffice. And we are surprised to know how foreign people misuse its purpose."

Hmmmm, That gave me a food for thought.

My eldest girl confessed that she tried. I was not angry at her. I just listened as she volunteered telling me her episode and encounter with Satan.

She told me, "don't you be so naive. I tried it as everybody at school did. But don't you worry because it just happen Satan did not like me. So I did not go for it."

Wow! You're talking that none of you and your parents were prepared.

I was in the province when the Beatles made it into fashion this free love plus drugs. But I did not notice that our school had that problem.

When I first started in a state university, there I witnessed the scenario of free love and drugs. But No, I did not allow myself to be dragged into that kind of foolishness. Maybe my background and upbringing was just too strong for me to resist temptations in my youth.

I rather dare say, I was scared of my parents because I love them so much. Wink!

Let's be perfectly clear- the war on free speech is spiritual!