From the Pocket of a Dream

*The Breakdown*

Crushed against the stones
it groans
The fall is fatal
its flight final

Dropped off
by the clumsy hands of negligence
its body of glass
never meant to be saved

Crushed against the stones
it dies
In pain
Its eyes in panic
still wide open
grasping the very last sight

The stones are love
This is the funeral of sorrow

© Eclipse 2011

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22 comments on “*The Breakdown*

  1. Harnett-Hargrove
    July 28, 2011

    Ouch. Accidents are still final. -J

  2. brian
    July 27, 2011

    i hear you…negligence will snuff a relationship in a failed heartbeat…really like your close…

  3. Amanda
    July 26, 2011

    a lot of power and imagery packed into a few words, but i stopped in my tracks at “the stones are love”

    that’s going to be with me for a while.

  4. Bimbimbie
    July 25, 2011

    oops, should be …

    Negligence is not always the silent killer.

  5. Bimbimbie
    July 25, 2011

    Negligence is a silent killer.

  6. JeffScape
    July 24, 2011

    When’s the wake? 😉

  7. ALIVE aLwaYz
    July 23, 2011

    The last line got me!

  8. Sue Dreamwalker
    July 22, 2011

    You have such an amazing way with words Eclipse, one that always leaves the reader captivated and inspired .. Your Graphic is well chosen and your poem brings to the mind both the end of the Glass but is it the end of the holder of the glass also.. Did they both Crash to the ground?

    Excellent! 🙂

  9. Daydreamertoo
    July 21, 2011

    I nominated you for the Perfect poet award this week or next, whichever it is for. Hope you get it, you well deserve it.

  10. Tara R.
    July 21, 2011

    I had the image of a goldfish lying on the floor after its bowl shattered on the ground. I’m sure, though, that this piece is much deeper than that.

  11. carefreewanderer
    July 20, 2011

    “The stones are love
    This is the funeral of sorrow” *standing ovation* 🙂

    Its just so amazing how you have managed to give it that one hint of relief and freedom at the end of such a pain-packed poem.Beautiful!

  12. Tom
    July 20, 2011

    oh! I guess my level of sadness would depend on what was spilled in the breaking

  13. she writes
    July 20, 2011

    This is the funeral of sorrow

    love that line!

  14. seabell
    July 18, 2011

    A great metaphor for the end of love… I like it!

  15. Sam373
    July 18, 2011

    The responses are as brilliant as the perfect work. Thumbs up to you all.

  16. Cat.
    July 18, 2011

    The stones are love … death is … love ? I love the finality that this poem speaks off. Death finally gives us peace … I think that is very profound and true. Love, cat.

  17. PattiKen
    July 18, 2011

    There is no place for the clumsy hand of negligence in love, not if one wants to keep it alive. Sad, and yes, very final.

  18. Baino
    July 17, 2011

    Hmm . . . I can identify with the clumsy hand of negligence. I’m a glass breaker!

  19. Broken Sparkles
    July 17, 2011

    The image you chose with you words is brilliant! Love the end, no sorrow should be around love and happiness!

  20. pmlevitt
    July 17, 2011

    Surprising at the end! Cool imagery both in poetry and on your site!

  21. Daydreamertoo
    July 17, 2011

    Even in death, there is still life. Because the glass, though shattered is particles of sand, and it too will live again as, something.
    Beautiful, sad, lovely.

  22. timkeen40
    July 17, 2011

    Very touching. Very final. I loved it.

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