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Fragility
by Jane E Pearcei walk softly
on ground so brittle,
cracking at any small tempest,
s-h-h-h quiet,
or the sky will wrinkle,
tremble, and withdraw
from noise of futile prattle.
The air is crystalized-
broken glass
in dawn's dew.
Time flows in an eddy
down the drain
while I kneel and pray
for a generous extension.
09/29/2004 Posted on 09/29/2004
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/30/04 at 11:28 PM I sincerely hope the extension is delivered...Charlie |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 10/01/04 at 05:30 PM this piece has a serenity to it- it left me sitting in silence and lost in my thoughts for many moments... i hope your prayer is answered |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 10/01/04 at 09:19 PM Yes, your words leave with much introspection; in a universal sense. We all desire that extension, especially in our quiet moments--when all you can do is hear your own heart beat. Great, thought-provoking read Jane. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/02/04 at 03:45 PM Well, life is in the living and living from moment to moment, stretching the time in the process. Its easy to identify with this piece. |
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