Shards & Sparks


We’ve spent pennies

and dimes on the sun,

an angel to sweep in and

block out the bleak black

corners of the world


Light floods through a fourth dimension,

through the walls and the storms,

broken by table legs and coffee cups,

pieces laid out next to shadows

like a storybook on a card table


Somebody tell me a tale

of how white fills the skies,

clashes with sunlight and

pushes the emptiness

right out of my head and my hands


Somebody write me a story

of the breeze blending with

yellow lines and tire marks

as I breathe in and capture

everything I’m supposed to be


Shards and sparks

fill me with rhythm and

I’m searching, building castles,

cutting corners to

reach the sun again

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 3/7/16

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Carcass's picture

I greatly enjoyed this one.

I greatly enjoyed this one. Very unique in its duality and cleverly written (even if that's not what you intended). Also the imagery was spot on.


"cutting corners to

reach the sun again" My favorite lines

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Thank you!

Thank you!

*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james