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Broken Bottles

You once had a pretty plan To get by on your father’s name Which would be awful funny If it wasn’t such a shame A tiger in a backyard zoo Is a twisted parody Raging in a tiny room With the smashed up likes of me I too had flights of fancy Turned to dust and ash But we’re all broken bottles here Swept and bound for trash Noli sinere te deprimere Yes this too shall pass All this time and tumult Returns us as sea glass July 13, 2024

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Susan Ashley

Date: 8/31/2024 8:48:00 AM

Dear Andrew, I enjoyed your thought-provoking and creative use of imagery and metaphor, especially your last two lines for an impactful finale. Congratulations for your win in Craig's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Ink Empress

Date: 7/23/2024 11:07:00 PM

“ But we’re all broken bottles here Swept and bound for trash “ what a deep line that is! Soul hitting! Brilliant take on sea glass. Love what youv done with the prompt and how youv delivered your poem. Pleasure reading this, congratulations on your win

Andrew Jacob Jung
Date: 7/27/2024 6:14:00 PM

Thank you so much and i appreciated your entry as well!