I love the sound of breaking glass,
As something has gone wrong.
I love the impact the sound invokes,
-This startling does not take long.
I love how glass shards shoot and fly,
Like comets 'cross a midnight sky.
With a tinkling, screaming song.
The dustpan is a staid importer,
Of broken glass least once a quarter.
Diamonds studded among the dust,
Down the drain if not so fussed.
I love the sound of breaking glass.
Because something's gone wrong.
It wakes me up,
About the Creator
jamie harding
Novelist (writing as LJ Denholm) - Under Rand Farm - available in paperback via Amazon and *FREE* via Kindle Unlimited!
Short story writer - Mr. Threadbare, Farmer Young et al
Humour writer - NewsThump, BBC Comedy.
Kids' writer - TBC!
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Comments (2)
Descriptive and feeling, great poem.
Ummm! This one made me think. I love the visuals you created with your words.