Potpourri

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Poem By: S Nayar
Poetry

Tags: god, pain, reaching, out, desperation, sadness, love, impatience

Crying out to God in a time of need. Needing reassurance that He is looking out for me. View table of contents...

Submitted: Sep 30, 2007 Reads: 39 Comments: 2 Likes: 1

What will you make of the
mess i have made of my life
my mind, broken pottery
my heart, shattered glass
my tears strewn freely
broken flowers at a wedding feast
my thoughts, frayed ends
of tattered embroidery

what will you make of me
only you and you alone
can make a mosaic from the
broken pieces of me
only you can make sense
of the loose threads
weave them into
a harmonic tapestry

so why won't you
why must i always be
in this broken state
why won't you dry my tears
turn them into potpourri
scented, beautiful, pleasing
instead of the eyesore that is me

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Comments:

air

I like how you express in words the broken, shattered, frayed etc resembling the mind, heart, thought etc. I was wondering though if it would look better like: 'My mind; 'broken pottery'' or:
"My mind, (broken pottery)" ?? same for 'my heart, shattered glass'. I think it may read better. what do you think? maybe my way isn't good either but I think you might think of something. it's just that the way it is it seems to suggest that they are two things: the mind and the broken pottery (you know)? good luck....best wishes......katie

Posted: Sep 30, 2007