We make these perfect objects
Precious works of art
That we treasure so much
We lock them away in the dark
Punishing their very beauty
With our fear
Seeking stasis and permanence
Forgetting to enjoy each moment
Mistrusting the inspiration that led to their creation
We build our perfect lives
Living up to expectations and borrowed dreams
Until the facade crumbles
Under the tension
Shattering illusions and exposing faultlines
So unseen
The broken chards of my life
Are soldered together with golden moments
When hands reach out to pull me up
When smiles come my way
Held together with hugs and kisses
Melted in the passion of love’s endurance
I am repaired
Not restored to a Platonic ideal of perfection
But celebrating my flaws by illuminating the cracks
Letting the light shine through them
To sparkle in your eyes
Through the beauty of reflection
David Trudel © 2013
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Oh, look what you did. Love how you took the same process and made it so very much yours. Beautiful, David,
Bravo! Beautiful!
Thank you both. Here is the link to Susan’s poem, which was inspired by the same image that inspired this poem. http://susandanielspoetry.com/2013/01/10/kintsugi/
an inspiration 🙂
Thank you so much!
I ran across your beautiful poem while searching for information re kintsukuroi. May I post it on my FB page? I’ll understand if you’d rather I not. If you do agree to permit me to do this, may I acknowledge you by name?
Thank you! Please feel free to repost my poem and name.