Craft

by JaneDoeWrites   Jul 9, 2013


The rain is a living glass disguised
in sheeps clothing as a dew,
blanketing the blades that sparkle
when dawn breaks, an illusions' cue-

That the new day is wonderful and rich
and her manic thoughts have seemed to cease,
but by mid-day she's drained and wrists
are awaiting the nightly ravens feet.

The darkness unwantedly carries back
the shutter of her sleepless sighs,
the echoing accompaniment that for years
she's used as lullabies.

Surviving the night and a breath of air
she steps out before the dawn-
but forgetting the day is never new
and there's glass along the lawn.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    The imagery and use of alliteration is superb in this.
    Wonderful poem, crystal.

  • 9 years ago

    by CuteThingsGoneWrong

    This poems different. It reminds me (as a self harmer, not as a direct link fro mthe poem) Someone who struggles at night (like i do)
    I tend to struggle Very badly at night wanting to harm. This could be anyone with any sort of emotional problem at night aand as the morning comes it gets better.

    This poem is sad to me because it feels as there is no hope in the poem for thins to change. Like it was just acceped that this is what is the norm

  • 10 years ago

    by Darren

    This is excellent and I agree with all of the comments.

    (what a kop out I am!!)

  • 10 years ago

    by earlgreytea

    I completely relate to this, 5/5.

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    I agree with Mark, this rhyming is outstanding and does not disappoint at all. This seems to be about a women or girl who suffers from insomnia and the illusions of the mind are playing tricks on her. The night time is the worst for her because her thoughts are wild and crazy and that in turn makes her not be able to sleep at all. The weather could also play a huge role into the mood as well, because using glass on the lawn is like rain, as in cutting of the wrists affects your mood just like the weather in this poem does, and the illusion that you are getting better overall. You believe that this day will be different but when you wake up or don't as is this case, you realize that its just going to be the same as yesterday. I love the metaphors as well. They are not over done and easily understandable. Well done.