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Shattered MAG

January 29, 2010
By CarlieSorosiak SILVER, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
CarlieSorosiak SILVER, Chapel Hill, North Carolina
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Frayed crinoline and white lace
And broken glass all over the place,
Scattered on the hardwood floor
Behind your antique, mahogany door.

Broken, busted, cracked, crashed,
Fractured, split, torn, smashed,
Blasted, wrecked, pulverized, exploded,
Smattered, ruined, burst, imploded.

Your mother's dress of ages old,
Stained wet with salt and soaked cold,
And your father's fine crystalware,
Tangle in the Persian rug hair.

Smashed bottles of champagne,
From dinner parties stuffy and arcane,
Seep through your guarded, inner cracks,
Like ultra-heated candle wax.

Ruptured, chinked, marred, ripped,
Dismantled, eradicated, ravaged, snipped,
Splintered, severed, snapped, battered,
Crushed, trashed, destroyed, shattered.



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on Feb. 27 2011 at 7:57 pm
Mermaidmissy SILVER, Las Vegas, Nevada
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I really like your poem a whole lot and I think you should really keep up the good work and never give up on your true dream. :)

on Feb. 27 2011 at 4:54 pm
L@Xgurrl BRONZE, Geneva, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"As i grew up my mom told me happiness was the key to life. I went to school and they said to write down what we want to be when we grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me i didn't understand the assignment. I told them they didn't understand life"

I really like this poam. The listed words give a nice effect.

 


Aderes47 GOLD said...
on Feb. 27 2011 at 4:26 pm
Aderes47 GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. <br /> Henry Drummond

This poem has such beautiful imagery. I also feel that the poem is supposed some type of destruction, some kind of loss.

chartle said...
on Feb. 12 2010 at 10:39 am
chartle, Davidson, North Carolina
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I especially like this poem because I can really feel the emotion of the narrator through the inanimate objects. The writing style gives these objects a life through which one can feel everything the narrator feels. Another interesting and innovative touch is having the last word be the title as opposed to the first line. This gives the poem more character.