02 August 2007

Poetry Thursday 8/02

Fractured
by Constance Bewer


If I shatter
into enough
pieces
will my life
still be
semi-cohesive,
a broken
windshield
held
together
by fine wire?
Fate
is sticky
that way.

16 comments:

Pauline said...

I think so - I like that fine wire image. Life is sticky that way!

Your quote of the day is fine, too!

Hedwyg said...

Mmmmm - a compelling image and question. And a universal one, too, I think. I like poetry that touches on those universal questions.

Thank you!

Hugs,
Hedwyg

Anonymous said...

Were you born with safety glass,or without,that is the question.

Constance said...

Pauline - The voices help me write. :)

Hedwyg - Thanks! Universal questions provide tons of fodder for poetry...

Constance said...

Anon - Only thing I know for sure, it that I was born with a pesky brother.

tumblewords said...

The final three lines are perfect - as is the poem, itself. Enjoyed it!

Constance said...

Thanks, tumblewords, glad you liked it. :)

...deb said...

Interesting answer to a cleverly posed question. I like your poem.

Constance said...

...deb - thanks, glad you liked it

Crafty Green Poet said...

I think there's maybe a question about whether the fine wire will hold for long enough to allow healing or will it itself then collapse. Very thought provoking poem.

Constance said...

crafty green poet- That's pretty much the question, isn't it. :)Never know where an article on windshield technology wil lead you...

odessa said...

love your imagery! not sure about the answer myself.

Constance said...

odessa - thanks. That's the fun of being disorganized! :)

Dick Jones said...

'Fate is sticky that way'. A great closer!

sage said...

a nice image, aren't all our lives a bit fractured and wired together as you imagine?

Constance said...

dick jones - thanks!

sage, I don't know about every one elses lives, but mine sure is. :)