Russell Sivey Poet Triolet

Broken Pieces

Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull
It’s not likely that there’s one that’s dearer
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
The reflection ties down the soul of the bearer
There’s certainly nothing that makes it dull
Through the broken pieces of a mirror
I see the hollow face of an empty skull

Russell Sivey

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Carol Eastman September 17, 2012 at 10:03 AM You're definately in full Halloween mode. This one is my favorite.

Don Johnson September 16, 2012 at 10:42 PM complex pieces of the glass, can cause reflection , just a glimmer, of little things so long and past, staggering down times river...

September 16, 2012 at 9:25 PM I'm the first to comment on this spooky verse that has an underworld sound to it. Great feeling of emptiness and echoes with the way you repeat the lines. So nice to rate this one Rusty! Love, Elizabeth