Broken Shards in a Dream

BROKEN POETRY

SHARDS IN A DREAM by aaron chao

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.

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.

Waking up at Dawn, with sunlight’s embrace on my face, Tears in my drowsy eyes,

A tiny crack in my chest remains, And again the cycle restarts.

RAYHANSYAH, 2017

Is a person’s life defined through their years or months or days or hours?