by socrates44San Fernando, Trinidad and Tobago
Feb 2014 985 Views 7 comments
Broken And Beautiful
A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore
The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore
The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Perhaps, it is because of the experience of being broken by hurt, and the suffering that goes with it, in whatever area of life, that we are able to experience greater depths of happiness at a later time.Kahlil Gibran says:
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
Perhaps, it is within the very cracks of our brokenness that we can discover a new joy and beauty that we may not be able to experience if we were not cracked and broken.
I wish to dedicate this piece to those who have experienced acute pain and suffering in their lives, whether in romantic love or otherwise.
Remember the words of Kahlil Gibran!
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Comments (7)
ultimately, an expression of deep compassion
ty for extending this to us
worth paying heed to. Well written Socrates !
Enjoyed it........Mick.
beautifulyou
Redex
Mick
Thank each one of you for your comment.
Best Wishes and have a nice day!
I find it to be a beautiful poem that I can relate to having been broken in the past and it reminded me how we are blessed that beauty can come from ashes.
If we were never to suffer in life how could we empathise with others in the hour of need
Love this poem thank you
Rob