Gert W. Knop Poet I do not know?

Broken

Broken

Broken hopes,
like tears of  bitter glass.


Broken dreams
like thin ice in spring.


Broken fears
like bare November trees.


Broken dreams
like bursted windows.


Broken hopes of tomorrow
like old tiles of clay.


Broken yesterday's memories 
like antique earthenware.

But who tossed the stone?

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Audrey Haick March 10, 2010 at 9:41 PM Awesome, Gert! I love your work. Thanks for reading mine and your warm comments. Peace, love, Audrey

Andrea Dietrich March 8, 2010 at 2:59 PM This is a fascinating write, Gert. Very nicely done!! (by the well, I did really well with the haiku you commented on so nicely to me. I won first place!) Luv ya, Andera

Charmaine Chircop March 8, 2010 at 2:22 PM Heartfelt and deep Gert..Yes many broken things but who tossed the stone..I bet we all do,cos we re only human..love thhe last verse most---Broken yeterday's memories like antique earthenware:)..deep..excellent Gert..Charma

Carol Sunshine Brown March 8, 2010 at 11:39 AM I have enjoyed reading your poetry today Gert. May you have a wonderful week filled with love and inspiration. Love, Carol