This place and
all our encounters
are made of glass-
''fire it up''
with azure blue
and still
it is just a thin
wafer of joy
set up on a shelf.
''handle with care''
this sphere
is open for exhibit
but don't touch!
we guard ourselves
from being broken
loosing value
aware of cracks
chipped edges
when, ''quality counts'',
but only if you use
your best china
Great poem. But don't underestimate the beauty of craquelure! Gershon
This is a WONDERFUL, resonant metaphor, and you develop it nicely! The ending hasn't quite computed for me yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOve the images in this one.Not quiet sure about the ending, .But still a well written piece from you.Love Duncan