Smash all the pictures
And I’ll grab the shards of glass
So bleeding hands can place them back together
Just a jigsaw puzzle
To pass the time
Until I see you again
And we add more to the frames
And I can say more than your name
As I fall asleep without you
Am I selfish for wanting more of you
The boy behind the glass
Seems so still, and frozen too
And he’s looking far behind me
Don’t take a picture
It’ll last longer
Than I can.
Poetry
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The sensory details here are powerful. I could almost feel my hands stinging from cuts on the shards of glass; the fact that this sensation is implied is really clever on your part. I also like how you’ve taken something positive and twisted it throughout – an image of a child’s jigsaw puzzle paired with bleeding hands, frames normally used to beautify a picture for display are piled (“add more to the frames”), taking a picture that’ll last longer (usually an expression for a good memory, but again you’ve flipped it), etc.
I’m love the double meaning of frames (frames of a movie + the physical picture frames) – whether it was intended or not.
Awesome piece. Your poetry definitely shows your skill for imagery!
Wow…comments like these make me so happy and encourage me to keep writing! Thank you so very much.
This piece is amazing. It really makes the reader feel what the narrator is feeling. I can almost feel their pain (both emotional and physical).
I’m so glad you like it!