Living in a glass house
Cracks, creeks, impact about to shatter
And I am left with questions, reflections
Who walks in the rain
Who walks through webs
Who walks a thousand steps
Who kisses a frog
Without getting wet
Without having curb-webs attached
Without once wrong footing
Without getting wet lips
Who lives past age count
Who speaks words
Who points out
Who sees on sight
Without having sinned
Without once being foul, mouth
Without on occasion misdirection
Without once seeing mirage, mist, rage
And my glass creeks
Cracks, shuttering
On being human
To air and being at fault
I do not seek to educate, I am only but a student in the school of life, I only hope to hear you express your thoughts, from your own thinking and analysis, so we can learn from each other.
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Excellent, much wisdom here.............
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing! Truly one of my favorite poems today. =) I like the rhythm of it, the word choice... it's clever and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. =)
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Brilliant...and who never throws stone...;)
ReplyDeleteYES YES! Such an amazing poem, love what its about. everything!
ReplyDeletewe are all that...human...and living in a glass house you gotta expect a few cracks but it does not stop the pain...nice one shot
ReplyDeletekodjo,
ReplyDeleteAn excellent piece of writing. Life in glass houses, from inside and out...
Best wishes, Eileen
Imperfections and love make us human, whether we recognize that or not. Great work, Kodjo
ReplyDeleteNever let go of your humanity.
ReplyDeleteThe words of a very wise man, you have my gratitude for gifting this wisdom to us all. At times the glass is so clear for us we rarely see it. Fantastic work!
ReplyDeleteyou left me thinking here kodjo, about our frailties...and to leave me thinking about the words a poem has to say means that the poem has done a fine job indeed...cheers pete
ReplyDeleteIt is all about the fine cracks K..;)OUTSTANDING POEM..:)
ReplyDeleteHi Kodjo
ReplyDeleteAh!!! so beautiful... Who kisses the frogs.. perfect. I enjoyed it so much.
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Om Namah Shivaya
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"And my glass creeks
ReplyDeleteCracks, shuttering
On being human"
At first I thought you said 'shattering' ~ shuttering is such a better choice. Love this!
Excellent, sublime, all those words that denote perfection. . . :)
ReplyDeleteVery cool! You are a talented poet.
ReplyDeleteWe all have those shattered experiences.. but hopefully we move on past this ~
ReplyDeleteYour poem has great wisdom in it. At some point or the other our glass houses have to crack. We have to experience evil. But it is because we've been evil that we've also been good.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem, loved the way you likened our memories to glass and the painful ones shattering fragile glass. perfect.
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