I shattered my house of panes
With a single well-phrased toss
I don’t know why
I thought that stoning you
Would help me breathe
I built this gleaming house
To protect me from my life
As another way to fail
Intention gone to smash
So now I dwell alone
In a rift of open air
That I can’t breathe
Lung sundered by remorse
And the terrible new wisdom
In which I am revealed
Ruined by the mirror of your eyes
Oh Rae, What a magnificent poem! Thanks for letting us know about it. It’s thought provoking and sooo great. Congratulations!
Very nice. I love the first stanza.
Love this! the oops is big when one lives in a glass house and casts stones for sure!
Rae, your poem spoke to me on many levels, but what struck me most was the idea that breaking something does not always work to break what or how it intends.