I am writing poems this month over at Bud the Teacher’s site. Today, Bud put up an image of a glass house.
I stand inside with catcher’s mitt,
grabbing stones
thrown by all of those
looking in at me through the windows of this
house of glass.
I slowly recognize the shadow
of the one way in the back
of the crowd, stooping low,
as if searching for something
to grasp.
It’s me, myself,
I am now aiming high with a fury
I barely recognize before the shattering glass
rains down upon me like shards of
disappointment.
Here is the podcast of the poem:
Peace (in the poem),
Kevin