So much clarity in this piece I just love how you express things Beautiful in its imagery and the reflection in the window is not at all hazy...it is crystal clear
The first thing that strikes me here is the dramatic quality of this piece, that I can almost hear recited as a powerful monologue. Then I feel all the jagged edges of this writing, the moment of truth that comes with incisive revelations and cutting remarks. The "other side" has decided to talk and you are not going to like what he/she/it is going to say! A chilling experience of strength and fragility! :)
I'm with Nick Lowe, Kate, I love the sound of breaking glass....
Seriously, I've always been fascinated with glass and its manufacture.... does it really come from sand? The glassblowers have provided poetic inspiration for many. Tennessee William's wrote an evocative play about a delicate girl fascinated with her glass menagerie of animals. And Alice was never the same when she went through the looking glass! Actually, Alice is unperturbable, unchangeable, and not at all lost in daydreams or fantasies - though right in the middle of one - like the character in the William's play.
Let's raise a glass to glass and through a glass brightly we'll see the wondrous! all the best, kenny
Glass, it provides clarity for the self within the soul and for the world and yet its brokenness can be earth shattering, literally ...
Let the alarms ring! Might they be celebratory!!!
Blessings xx
Christine
Reminds me of ole narcissus. The water didn't miss his looks, it missed its reflection in his eyes.
A story told by his college glassmate! The ending says quite a lot about its joy from being a mere pane. Let them ring, indeed.
Clever write klassy Kate !
Xx
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on June 24, 2013
An inanimate object talking, what brilliance! Hope you will be joining us more, as you can see below, Kate!
There is much to think about in what you have shared with us through your verses, Kate; to me, this is metaphorically and symbolically engaging. Love and best wishes to you,
An enigma personified is a rarity for me to read. Superb tone, making the intimacy of glass, be it mirrored, clear, or frosted, enchanting. Wonderful conceptualizing focus.
Kate, you've returned after long absence with a philosophical gem of wisdom. And too boot, you have broken through the mysteries of our psychological glass, that fragile barrier that permits us to observe desire while mirroring ourselves. "Don't believe in bad luck'. The only thing to be lost if I crack is momentary clarity." Yes, that has to be for me part and parcel as to the essence of this creative rendering. So very good to be able to once again read your poetry. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2013
First of all, welcome back, Kate! You have been missed.
"The only thing to be lost if I crack / is momentary clarity" In an element so fragile, it is telling that clarity is so fleeting a thing... if I am glass, you crack me up, and then what might my future hold? Does it not depend upon what lies beneath the glass? Is it "Bijou" (precious jewel)? Is it a glassy stair to who knows where? Is it a chary smile masking much more than meets the eye of the beholder whose ungloved hands hover over the surface? Indeed, what lies beneath the pane? An alarming meditation to be caught up in, is it not? Such is the stuff of subtext this reader's response conjures from the 'visage' evoked by the reflections provoked by this vision of rare delight. So nice to have you back among us, Kate.
Intriguing and absolutely surreal in its conception and purpose. There is much to draw from here, but the real kicker is when the glass says, "I, too, never knew desire until I was told I must not break."
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Axilea
Seriously, I've always been fascinated with glass and its manufacture.... does it really come from sand? The glassblowers have provided poetic inspiration for many. Tennessee William's wrote an evocative play about a delicate girl fascinated with her glass menagerie of animals. And Alice was never the same when she went through the looking glass! Actually, Alice is unperturbable, unchangeable, and not at all lost in daydreams or fantasies - though right in the middle of one - like the character in the William's play.
Let's raise a glass to glass and through a glass brightly we'll see the wondrous! all the best, kenny
Let the alarms ring! Might they be celebratory!!!
Blessings xx
Christine
Reminds me of ole narcissus. The water didn't miss his looks, it missed its reflection in his eyes.
A story told by his college glassmate! The ending says quite a lot about its joy from being a mere pane. Let them ring, indeed.
Clever write klassy Kate !
Xx
Always,
Deborah
Unique clarity in touch of glass with
your verses pristine in wonder.
Lady Mary Ann
I have heard many poets sing your praises, I have now begun to realise why.
Best regards,
Mor.
Regis
Ron
"The only thing to be lost if I crack / is momentary clarity" In an element so fragile, it is telling that clarity is so fleeting a thing... if I am glass, you crack me up, and then what might my future hold? Does it not depend upon what lies beneath the glass? Is it "Bijou" (precious jewel)? Is it a glassy stair to who knows where? Is it a chary smile masking much more than meets the eye of the beholder whose ungloved hands hover over the surface? Indeed, what lies beneath the pane? An alarming meditation to be caught up in, is it not? Such is the stuff of subtext this reader's response conjures from the 'visage' evoked by the reflections provoked by this vision of rare delight. So nice to have you back among us, Kate.
Love,
~W~
Love & Peace be with you
William