Dona wrote this poem a couple of years ago. At the time it was written, this poem was critiqued by a good friend. Dona says that his comments spurred her to rewrite it several times. The end result of her efforts is what you read here. I think it is one of her best poems. - poetheart 05/22/02
A broken vase lies on the floor
In pieces, scattered, shattered,
Which patient glue cannot repair,
Lamentable destruction.
Tiny shards in disarray
Upon unyielding silent stones,
Deadly-sharp glass icicles
Twinkle in the light.
With vain attempts to sweep away
The evidence of what has been,
Unwary footfall in the night
A bloody remnant finds.
A heart, much like the broken vase
Now at your feet in pieces lies,
With damage so perfectly done
By tossing love aside.
An Old Broom, Time, obliterates
The memory of this darkened hour,
While Living is the patient glue
Which, to semblance only, mends.by Dona Lou Pearson