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Silent One's Broken Promises Contest...28 June 26..."Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves." — Richard Paul Evans

Shattered Vow

How brittle can the ruin of this heart slay
Like furrowed weeds burned into cinder , 
When church's flowers turn ebon and droop
As winds do not return... nothing moves
 Not even air- chimes in their hazy curves:
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I watch my own body... it becomes a stranger Melting like an anonymous outline 
That enters the dark through crushed wails... 
He is nowhere , not even a shadow flapping 
While a eulogy of  abandonment goes unsung, *
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My fingers quiver in front of an altar…
pain grating the most benevolent
of prayers , chafed by slices of eve
that have no syllables for me…
For on this day, a deserted betrothal 
leaves me hanging , hanging on a  choir's loft.

And night  breezes wash over me vanishing,
That I gaze at my bridal bouquet slowly astir...
A shattered  vow, a runaway groom
Cry I must, in solo of dreaded season,
Waiting for hushabye to put me to sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Jones Avatar
July 11, 2026 at 1:19 AM
Love these lines “ My fingers quiver in front of an altar… pain grating the most benevolent of prayers , chafed by slices of eve that have no syllables for me… For on this day, a deserted betrothal leaves me hanging , hanging on a choir's loft.” Congratulations on your win! Soupmail
One Avatar
July 7, 2026 at 2:26 PM
I could feel the pain in your words... So many wonderful lines in this poem.. congratulations on your placement in the contest..
Rodrigues Avatar
June 29, 2026 at 9:47 AM
Wow! This is heartbreaking…the images catastrophic! Well done, Nette!
Hind Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 9:22 PM
this is so beautiful, I hope you did not go through this... what beautiful language, Nette
George Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 5:41 AM
A broken vow can be soul shattering. When such a thing happens, all the dream castles built in the air crumble. A highly emotive and melancholic poem, dear Nette.
Greece Avatar
June 28, 2026 at 5:01 AM
Gnawing at the heart's seams, Nette
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