Tuesday, June 09, 2009

The Beauty of Broken Things

Tuesday, June 09, 2009
 
Broken lines, 
couched in jagged curves;
a jetstream of white light,
a splash of grey shadow ~ 
all reflections of 
my monotonous heart.
She thirsts for you, 
feels parched in your absence.
Missing the fluid velvet
of your touch,
of your taste ~
reflecting, 
upon the beauty of broken things.


Photo Credit: DeviantArt
Poetry: Roxanne Galpin



3 comments:

Ellen said...

I love this poem and photo together - they describe me today.
Ellen

Tabitha@ichoosebliss said...

This is beautiful :)

Mariana Soffer said...

There certainly is a beauty in the broken things, there is even magic in them, if you can train your perception to see beyond the common conceptions of aesthetic for this times.
The beauty lies in the impossibility of putting it back as it once was, in the melancholy off the missing shaped mass.