In fragments, I find you,
piece by piece,
each shard a story,
a glimpse through the cracks.
Moments drift,
unanchored,
and I catch only slivers,
glints of who you are.
Splinters of knowing,
scatter through my mind,
I gather them,
building an incomplete you.
Lovely stuff, it can be a daily struggle to see the whole of a person reacting to only shards of them. Simple, classy stuff.
Thanks DavidRLM, that is so true! And that something however little or significant is sometimes the only thing we have of the other person. Much appreciated, as always 🙏🏻🕊️🌷
Hi RBK,
Poetry can be smoke and mirrors, but always there is something of the author in the words.
David
…this was birthed of a thought (sometime in 2013) on poetry and interactions on poems and poets 🙏🏻🕊
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Red Brick Keshner
Thu 13th Feb 2025 02:56
Thanks muchly, Wordseffectbrew 🙏🏻🕊🌷 it sure is a daily challenge, from others around us and even our very selves. ✌🏻🕊🌷