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Hallways and Hearts
by D. DeMartini

Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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In and out of myself.
A thousand thoughts
shattered in scattered pieces
on the floor of this lonely room.
And I've abondened its emptiness.
Run away from the mess
and locked the door.
Everytime I tried to put that
stained glass window;
that sea-thrown portrait of
a heart
right again,
my hands trembled.
My fingers slipped.
And all I managed was to stain
that glass even more.
Unintentional paint spilt
from shallow efforts;
deep wounds.
So I have left it broken.
A tribute to what I'm sure
will happen again.
Another artistic rendition
of love.
Of my heart.
And soul.
Another artist.
Another divine destruction.
Rows of locked doors.
To attics.
To alcoves.
To memories and heartache.
To pieces of who I have been.
Testaments to who I have become.
Fractures sentiments
refusing to be forged whole again.
And instead, insisting on creating a quiet peaceful collage
mosiaced across my sky.
Reflecting the light of the sun, of the moon, off the water
into those numbered rooms.
Slivered suns on burnt dawn
and lacquered turquoise stones.
Damaged, and still whole
in a curious and continuous mixing
of minutes and tides, seasons and life,
windows, and rooms,
hallways and hearts.

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Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 9/26/2007
To look back and see one's life through prism glasses, with the lonely disheartened feel of what could have been, one great write....

Be safe,
Reviewed by Kathy Armijo 9/26/2007
This is a melancholic look at life. It makes me sad. :(

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