shards

My word of the moment

of the week the month of far too long

Shards…

Shards of awareness for a dolphin

coerced and controlled

loaded with munitions

to sidle up to a target

and breach

and blow

Shards of glass caught in my soul

cutting and tearing

chilled lacerations

of emptiness void unfulfilled

unfilled

aching

gone

Shards of light dancing distant fire

skyborne and caressed

by sea and forest rock

but still dancing isolated

unheld

alone

cold

Shards unhealed raw pierced pinioned

wearied and waiting

for salves unfound unfelt

gifts of touch and breath and warmth

wished for

hoped for

lost

Shards…

Nothing more nothing right nothing left

no thing…

Silence

Acknowledgement: the first fit being an amalgam of Brain Aldiss' brain sliver embedded tuna in “Shards”, and William

Gibson's junkie dolphin in “Johnny Mnemonic”