“I’m here, I’m here”
I insist from the outside looking in
The transparent glossy barrier
Sharp, brittle, whiplash
Snappy glass
Contorts
Caves in
Indented
Dimpled
Cupped
A splash rings out like a watery gunshot
Shards of glass hit my face
They feel like tears of the Earth
Cold, sharp
What’s the difference?
The ice breaks
The water below is rippled
Untouched, delicate, vulnerable
The water winces and
Ripples back like salt in a fresh wound
The brick breaks the soft, still, watery glass
Water and ice and glass and all things transparent yet glossy and frosted and obscured combine into a flurry and furiously cave in on themselves!
The ripples build momentum, an Earthquake on water, and violently yet elegantly
Shatter the ice above
The ice is broken and the reflection is clear now
A clearer vision
No more gloss, no more shade, no more white picket fence and no more
Silent masquerade
The loud cracks in the surface do not echo
There is only forest
We see clearly now
And we look to tomorrow
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Author:
S.E. Miller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The symbols of broken glass and the breaking of a bubble is inspired by the way my mind puts together the imagery of Stonewall
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The poem speaks of different views, some mirages (masquerades) and how they can shatter revealing other views that one may judge to be more real. A satisfying read
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