Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

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A Different Kind of Kintsukuroi

I am broken
there is no one
to pick up the pieces
no one to melt the gold
to let it flow
and bind the pieces
to make me whole

KINTSUKUROI 

it is nothing but a lie
broken, I die
I pull the pieces of me
the shards cut
I bleed
my tears mix with the earth
I try to form clay
piece by piece
I make them stick
blood, tears, saliva mix
the liquid of pain
my only gain...

I stand
insecure
the clay will not hold
I topple
I fall down
Crash to the ground
More pieces than before


No gold to bind
for "nothing gold can stay"

Then you come along.....
you are the LIGHT
Magnificent, bright!
I close my eyes
as I feel myself being lifted
lifted...higher and higher
lifted....
gently
tenderly
lifted
you are the center
the core
you encase yourself 
with all the pieces
the pieces of me
you build me around you
the pieces come closer
closer
but never touch
broken
I remain broken
broken enough
for your light to shine on through....

My kintsukuroi

IS YOU!!!

Eileen Manassian

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Richard Lamoureux February 11, 2016 at 6:44 AM Another Favorite! The second last picture is very cool!

Kp Nunez August 10, 2015 at 9:23 AM I was reading this when I got your reply to the other one, Eileen. Never have encountered the word before. Had to read twice. This is a healing kind of write... You know I'm a sucker for things like that...hahah! 7 and fav. hugs Eileen Manassian August 10, 2015 at 9:44 AM I need healing, Kim. We all do, sweetie. Yes, it is a term I learned some time ago, but I misspelled the thing twice. Thank God for a friend who wrote to me and corrected me twice on the spelling and on some other little errors. I'm always thankful for such friends. :) We all need each other. I'm grateful for your visit, dear. Becca has also written a poem on this. Check her page...It's a sonnet, and it's beautiful. Hugs!

Shane Cooper August 10, 2015 at 2:55 AM So beautiful. a seven and into favourites. love Shane xxx Eileen Manassian August 10, 2015 at 9:46 AM Thank you, Shane. :) I'm so glad that you liked this. I appreciate your visit, dear. Hugs...

Paul Callus August 10, 2015 at 2:11 AM Hi Eileen! Your take on kintsukuroi is lovely and expressive. I love the transition from the initial helplessness to the final uplifting emotions. A fav. ~ Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian August 10, 2015 at 9:48 AM To be honest, I wasn't planning on ending it positively. I was feeling very broken and hopeless, but that pic of the statue....that really got to me. I think that's what the final stanza is all about...Still broken...but that way light can shine out! :) It could be taken on a spiritual level, but to be honest...that is not what I had in mind when I wrote it. Shame on me because that is the whole truth of the matter. Jesus did say He is the light of the world....and a light cannot be hidden. Even when we are broken, He loves us. I should know. Thanks, dear.

Richard Lamoureux August 8, 2015 at 8:48 AM Wow! An amazing piece!!! 777777 and straight to favorites. Eileen Manassian August 8, 2015 at 12:10 PM Thanks, Richard. Glad you liked his piece.

Afolabi Muideen August 8, 2015 at 5:56 AM You penned this extreme great, I like the suspense in this beautiful write, and it end is lovely.......A.M. Eileen Manassian August 8, 2015 at 12:53 PM Thank you, Afolabi. I appreciate the visit and the kind comments, dear.

Tim Ryerson August 8, 2015 at 3:15 AM Oh my Eileen...In my opinion, this is one of your best and you have educated me in the process...I had never heard of the word 'kintsukuroi' until now. "broken enough for your light to shine on through"...WOW! I also like your reference to one of my favorite poems... Eileen Manassian August 8, 2015 at 6:34 PM My dear Tim...I've missed you and your visits. :) I had never heard that word until I was introduced to it here. There was a contest on it way back when...and since then poets have written about it. I really had a hard time with the spelling of that word and I have a friend soupmail me twice about it! ;) I'm glad you liked the piece. Yes, that poem is one of my favorites as well. Hugs

Tim Smith August 7, 2015 at 3:14 PM I love this Eileen. Is this a repost? Either way it is soooo romantic. To have the one you love be there for you to hold all your pieces together. Eileen Manassian August 7, 2015 at 10:41 PM No, it isn't a repost. You may have read this title on someone else's page. I like the last image. This is actually a statue somewhere....It is supposed to be the concept of kintsukouri, but instead of gold....it is inner light. I loved that. Thanks for the visit and kind comment.