mosaic: from Medieval Latin musaicum, “work of the Muses.”
Hard shard shatter flinty break
unfashion forge repair untear unfake
create sharp fragment shrapnel make inchoate
show grow grapple. Unwrap happiness. Glass
splinter light extracting fact, impact;
raw wrecked caressingly, careen keen urgent
beauty perfect merging tender free.
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Two of my good friends’ blogs now have recently themed on mosaics. Unrelated coincidence? I think not!
You, too, will soon write a post on mosaics.
Contented at having perhaps been the coincidental or not so coincidental muse that sparked this poem. Spread the shattered vibrant mosaic-joy.
I love it!
I REALLY love it. Its so wonderfully scratchy and jarring and you have used all of the words in a very original way to release all their energy. it doesn’t seem posed, and makes me laugh inside. You’ve conveyed a real sense of motion and process. Things crash like christmas ball accidents and cars, and then things glide smoothly like paper airplanes, or mush together like balls of clay.
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