Where the shadows will never glow again

Rocks and ocean

Early Friday morning,
ordinary sunrise, but not for long.
The level of humiliation on the globe
was beyond acceptable and nature
couldn’t take the pressure any longer.

The old lady took an underground breath,
tried to convince her soil they’ll survive,
but helplessly, an anxiety attack came.

Before and aftershock collided,
plate tectonics moved past each other,
primary waves, turned into secondary,
reached the surface and became love shears,
to end with a crush on the harbor.

Concrete and glass, cool molten rocks
and muddy ocean swept every convicted soul,
no imagery, no tribute will ever ease the lost.

Another day to seek for survivors,
to rescue the colors of  human tissues left.
Another “why?” and no candy for the crying child,
tons of strength in the nuclear air, but no hope for
the place where the shadows will never glow again.

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Dedicated to the people in Japan.

"For Japan" by Xileohp

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Couple of minutes to midnight,
I sigh helplessly and fold the day in moments of life,
label it in pink and write on it “Expired”.

Another cold and long winter almost gone,
to be left behind and faraway,
summer will be here to breathe, to embrace.

One more “probably love” gone and
someone’s lonely heart broken,
but a dream maybe is on its way to come true …

A booked trip, expected with excitement.
Pale hope, but still hope, shading the eyes in green.
The wish of rain falling down and stars on the sky.

Laugh and tears, pain and sweetness,
secrets, friends, joy, family … I have them all here!
Just you, I don’t have you, but who knows, maybe tomorrow…

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Image RedSheep Photography

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Today

 Today

Today I will wake up and sing in the shower.
I will dance and get dressed in pink.
I will taste my coffee drop by drop and
name each drop in a funny way, so I’ll laugh.

Today I will ignore the traffic on my way to work.
I will not look grumpy at the man stepping
on my feet, inside the bus full of people.
I will not let work to exhaust me, not today.

Today I will give all the money in my wallet
to the poor person with wide open hands,
begging for few coins to buy a bread.
I will help the old lady with bags to cross the street.

Today I will write about kisses warming my heart,
like the sun warms the sand on the beach during summer.
I will think about white roses, cheesecake
and hot nights with lights in blue around.

Today I will not care that I forgot
my umbrella at home, when outside is raining.
I will let my dreams about love and romance
to be tied to a kite and fly freely into the sky.

Today I will smile and live with excitement, with pleasure,
because today is the day to see you again.

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Image by Melissa Alicia

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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