02-14-2015, 02:20 AM
I’m made of glass,
seen through but never seen,
my pane is clear
and invisible.
I give vision,
imparted through my naked self,
that light so warm
leaves me cold.
I long to be touched,
like when in those days long ago,
a child’s playful finger
placed a smile upon me.
But, such children were scolded,
and I was cleaned,
by chemicals
and frowns.
Though my being is fragile,
I have an unyielding heart,
a portal for two worlds
which I hold wide open.
The east and the west,
heaven and earth,
meet together through me,
my holy privilege.
For this I was made,
a paradox of proverbs,
profound and alone, alas..
I’m made of glass.
Poet's note: There are some parts of this poem I really don't like, but am feeling a little stuck on how to improve it. I'd love to see if you can spot those points and reveal some better ideas to me. Don't hold back, I love to know my weaknesses. Thank you in advance for your time and thoughtful words.
seen through but never seen,
my pane is clear
and invisible.
I give vision,
imparted through my naked self,
that light so warm
leaves me cold.
I long to be touched,
like when in those days long ago,
a child’s playful finger
placed a smile upon me.
But, such children were scolded,
and I was cleaned,
by chemicals
and frowns.
Though my being is fragile,
I have an unyielding heart,
a portal for two worlds
which I hold wide open.
The east and the west,
heaven and earth,
meet together through me,
my holy privilege.
For this I was made,
a paradox of proverbs,
profound and alone, alas..
I’m made of glass.
Poet's note: There are some parts of this poem I really don't like, but am feeling a little stuck on how to improve it. I'd love to see if you can spot those points and reveal some better ideas to me. Don't hold back, I love to know my weaknesses. Thank you in advance for your time and thoughtful words.