This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2014-06-10 17:14:16 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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reflections from a piece of glass

                                                                                             i have chased the gods emergent in the dawn                                                                                              down their spiraling funnel of light, which rises –                                                                                               while i plummeted toward source,                                                                                              beyond me, forbidden, hidden in horizons barred                                                                                               to my small eyes. i pledge to rest                                                                                               in this quotidian, to cry, to moan, to shout                                                                                              out from experience,                                                                                               saluting the high chambers of their flight                                                                                              only as a straggler of light,                                                                                              my tools a gift of firelight, a certain sharing                                                                                              in vision, power, an intimation                                                                                               which flashes in me, mere shard of glass                                                                                               from a shattered mirror (like vows                                                                                               that must be made, and broken)                                                                                              condemned to reveal of which it has no sight.

Copyright © June 2014 Mark Steven Scheffer


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2014-07-05 10:18:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
The presumption of that whole, now shattered- and reflections of the whole composed of the shattered with a new destiny. I see the reflections, the production of firelight through those reflections- and possibly the remorse of times that may have prevented, or mitigated- Of “no sight”, I think, the images gleaned in the shard of glass, the understanding of completeness, in the incomplete, bely “no sight”, except maybe extemporaneously in retrospect, but isn’t that the point? Always make me think. Another MSS that belongs next to my bed, to be studied and enjoyed over time, a more complete, reflection; if you will.


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