Broken Pieces

broken and chipped cups
and sauces sit still in a
crate next to your kitchen
cupboards.

as a true bohemian and
lover of broken things, you
embrace Kintsugi.

to you, gold and silver joinery,
no matter the cost, is more
beautiful than any
complete piece.

those broken pieces are
your broken pieces, as you
mend the sorrows of your life.
crying over a piece, you forget
yourself and reach for the kettle.

the Wildflower Tea of your
sorrow flows into your cup, yet
the hot water and steam turns
sorrow into sweetness, as you
sip from a cup of sparrows.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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