Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Glass



Glass
By
Lisa A.Williams


How it glistened,
spilling lies
the shards so sharp
always left her bleeding

The war waged
decades
tearing, shredding, dismembering
sacred ties.

To watch him drowning
anchoring her heart-

She rose breathless
from the sea

free from all its poisons
shattering hopes illusions

of sobriety, tasting the bitterness
he left behind.

19 comments:

  1. The word "sobriety" brings a whole new meaning to this wonderful poem, Lisa. I hope the bitterness he left behind dissolves quickly.

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  2. ugh...i am glad she was able to rise above it...and get beyond the sickness that affected him...sad.

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  3. A hard-won freedom, it seems - and one to be thankful for.

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  4. Drowning, crashing, breaking in "him"--she is well saved in your poetry. There are so many ways to be reborn! This is one of the best.

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  5. Without details, you give them in this powerful poem...!

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  6. I am with Laurie on this sobriety made me think of alcohol abuse. This a very powerful poem and it shows your resiliency and strength

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  7. I felt the sadness and loved that she rose free. Great writing Lisa, I am always hooked by your words!

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  8. Beautifully expressed, Lisa--the resurrection part towards the end brings in hope. Thank God...

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  9. Rising above from atrocities need guts, which she has:)

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  10. So glad she rose, Lisa. THAT is the important thing.

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  11. A freedom worth moving towards!

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  12. Very powerful words, expression of the power we sometimes forget we have to rise above the most difficult situations.

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  13. She triumphed and good for her. It's a fight back to survive! Nicely Lisa!

    Hank

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  14. The sea, the anchor, and her rising triumphant from the tide of Jack Daniels, yes... I am quite familiar with alcoholism in my family. I'm thrilled she rose up and got out of that horrible rut. Great write, Lisa, and thanks for stopping by and commenting at my blog! Peace, Amy

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  15. Very profound and the metaphors play so well here to rise and shine! I loved the optimism in this

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  16. Yes True....... Its hard to see the loved once get past

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  17. Lisa,

    The beginning of such a torturous journey can be so difficult and distressing for those sharing the same place or space. Thankfully inner strength took hold and saw a better outcome for all...
    A fine example of finding freedom..

    Eileen

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  18. Very heartfelt and touching...lovely imagery.

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  19. Thank you everyone for all of your comments, they are very much appreciated.

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