Heather Burns


A Stain Glass Window - Poem by Heather Burns

A stained glass
window once
cracked
remained so for
years

Still beautiful
but with a small
crack

Yesterday an
explosion
happened

The glass came
crashing
down around my
feet

Shards were lying
everywhere
trying to replace
as new
I finally realize
is unthinkable.








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Comments about A Stain Glass Window by Heather Burns

  • Silver Star - 3,742 Points Wahab Abdul (7/9/2013 2:36:00 AM)

    an incident in human life signifies the poem metaphorically... fabulous write, now you rock... now you are posting your excellent poems... (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points Thomas A Robinson (7/8/2013 9:09:00 PM)

    Glass is a liquid.
    In a window pane it will flow downward over time
    and be thicker at the bottom than the top.
    This fact causes a stained glass window to have different
    colors at the top of the pane than at the bottom.
    So if the scene on the glass could be reproduced it would not look the same
    as the other panes of glass. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 6, 2014


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