by David Ackley
What the crystal tumbler meant,
leaping to shatter on tiles
was pure intent.
Things bide their moment,
advantaged by your decline,
knowing, malevolent.
Wrenched from
stillness, to the flame
and pincer of our casual use,
pots, pans, dishes, spoons,
elope to rot and rust, shattering
of forms, the old useless bliss,
and decay back to life.
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Perfect, and I'm saying this as a physicist. I wish someone had explained this to me so clearly when I was a student ;-)
Wonderful opening lines. Good piece.
Love the title.
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@Marcus; anything that brings you back is to the good, so thanks for that as well.
@Sam, thanks for the attention and approval.
@Samuel. Thanks.
And Amanda, thank you for your continuing support.
I'm held captive by the first two stanzas. While reading the last two the first two called me back. Help... *
@Mathew:
Stuffopromorphism.
Thanks for reading.
Well done.
"Things bide their moment,
advantaged by your decline"
Really nice, David.
Thanks Gary and Bill for the encouraging words.
I hear you.
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Thanks, James.