POETRY
BROKEN SHARDS by aaron chao
IN A DREAM
In our first greeting, I didn’t realize you weren’t whole. But merely shards of beautiful pottery, A sheer contrast to gray-stained jars wandering about watery. A few broken pieces made out a smile, A single glance, so sweet as to make a person’s day––no, week! Unseen was how you remained so bleak. Is a person’s life defined through their years or months or days or hours? No, it is seconds––art’s inspiration and ruin occur suddenly.
RAYHANSYAH, 2017
On the street remained flowers wilting for months; On friends remained thoughts for years, crumbling us slowly. Seen here are tears on gray porcelain faces, Unseen are your shards in my broken heart.
Is a person’s life defined
Waking up at Dawn, with sunlight’s embrace on my face, Tears in my drowsy eyes,
through their years or
A tiny crack in my chest remains, And again the cycle restarts.
1|The penchant||MAY 2020
months or days or hours?
