Glass Man
“I am made of glass,” I said.
“You can see right through me.”
But the harder you looked,
the less you saw.
You claimed
there was nothing there,
just empty air.
“Your glass is an illusion,” you said.
“It’s not half full
and it’s not half empty.”
“Glass is fragile,
I break easily.
Drop me, I shatter;
hot and cold will
make me crack.”
“Your fragility is in your mind,
not in the fact of your existence.”
“When light passes through me
I break into a million colors,”
I said.
“You are a prism,
the colors that you cast
change you and rain
rainbow lights
that change others
too.”
rogermoorepoet 
I love this. It’s fascinating and disturbing…
It makes me think of all the beauty and all the brokenness that comes from the human mind.
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Man’s inhumanity to man … I really question the actions of some people … who do they think they are … what do they think they are doing … Gaia will fight back … and we’re starting to find that out … the earth will survive … humans may not …
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Oh I like this! I think we are all made of glass – fragile but multifaceted!
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Glad you like it Meg. I have been thinking of Cervantes’s short story, El Licenciado Vidriera, for some time now and wondered what to do with it. This is my poetic version …
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Wonderful!
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Beautiful way of seeing yourself..
We all like that glass..
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