In the sea of blue-green glass
The cracks and slivers are camouflaged
Beauty entices and invites you to touch
Unaware minute cuts into unsuspecting skin
When eyes focus
You see the warped and corrupted shards
Lessons learned and ingrained into the subconscious
As blood drips and washes away in the frothing sea.
I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.
Thank you, Tim;))
I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏
Thank you, Peter;))
Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you, Damian;))
good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️
Thank you, crimsin 🩷
Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.
Yes it is. Thank you, Jim;))
Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.
Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus
Thank you, Gus (I will try to keep going:) )
Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary
Thank you, Willow;))
Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James
I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides
Thank you, James;))