poetry

Broken Mosaic. {poetry}

{Photo credit: fineartamerica.com}

{Photo credit: fineartamerica.com}

There comes a great sound.
Catastrophic.
Maybe.
Of glass shattering.

Slowly
with my fingers
Carefully,
and gently,
I dance the shards
across gritty sometimes washed floors.

I dance them
until they sing for me
until they beat for me —
until I am no longer anticipating
that the pieces will prick,
will end.

I make a new dance song
out of the beautiful pieces
of my heart
flopping,
and shattered on the kitchen floor.

These romantic notions
make me self-aware.
The woman painting china cups,
The damsel in distress,
or a fifties housewife
who only has the cat to talk to.

I see myself:
this woman with her heart
shattered
but still stapled
on her sleeve.
I will chew it.
And I will spit it out
at the world.

It is my sustenance.

Because this morning
I fell in love with a woman
all over the way she kissed her own lips.
I heard the raw coffee grounded croon
of a stranger.
I grinned at a grinning dog
And yes.
He did.
He did grin back.

And
this morning
the world graffitied itself
at my doorstep
in pigeon flurries
in curses
in laughter
in vibrations
in the rarest flocks of the bluest jays.

I will never
ask for sinew strings
or artificial tinsel wrapping paper
to snake its way around my beatings.
Around my shattered heart things.

Because
this morning
Odors crawled in to my nostrils
Beings and people
attached to my retinas,
And finally
when the world took a rest from its living,
I stared down at the pieces —

Broken mosaic heartfelt wonders

And I inhaled,
Exhaled,
Gladly sighed,
“This is life”.

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Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors is an actress, writer, and general life enthusiast based out of NYC. She is a lover of story, text, and all of the various expressions we find to make sense of ourselves and the world around us. She believes all expression is a celebration of this breathtaking existence.