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    dots Submission Name: Stained-glass Of Self-worthdots

    Author: edthepoet
    ASL Info:    47-m-Pa
    Elite Ratio:    4.72 - 1476/991/125
    Words: 339
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       This line is seperate when I paste it,but it comes back together later,lol

    Sadly by someone we should trust parents, friends entrusted guardians and lovers

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    dotsStained-glass Of Self-worthdots

    Stained-glass of Self-worth

    Whether we were created in lust or by purpose
    the bold swirling colors begin to flow
    beneath our soft skin figurine bodies

    At first, we are held up high in a cathedral sense
    for all to see and cherish
    No imperfections are ever witnessed,
    only glorious artisan praises are ever heard

    With each day we elongate
    the etching process slowly eats away our perfection
    Sometimes unwittingly and some with altruistic intentions

    We are monolithic by design until we die
    with each of us portraying a unique poem in glass
    This single pane holds innumerable volumetric forms
    of highly moldable and intricate characteristic fragments
    Together they form a stunning coloured mosaic window of life

    Then comes the day of the brutish hammer
    Smashing us into little gemlike stone pieces
    Sadly by someone we should trust parents, friends entrusted guardians and lovers
    Shattering our self-worth sometime beyond repair

    Blessed are those pictorial majestic panels
    whose portions remain within reasonable size
    letting their radiant picturesque brilliancy to shine
    vividly and harmoniously for all to admire once again

    Rather then the poor broken shards
    wasted on the floor or in the drawer of despair
    Waiting for the one truly great artisan to revive
    the kaleidoscope of self-doubt to itís glorious
    full spectrum of living light

    Edward K. Deputy

    Submitted on 2005-07-03 16:54:48     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      An arising above the storm of ones troubles , gaining back ones self-worth, ones dignity, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
    A very inspiring and beautiful piece, Ed!
    This write has shown the reader nothing is to hard to overcome...

    Enjoyed the read...

    | Posted on 2005-12-10 00:00:00 | by AlabamaFarmGirl | [ Reply to This ]
      This was beautiful.

    "with each day we elongate
    the etching process slowly eats away our perfection
    sometimes 'unwittingly' and sometimes with altruistic intentions."

    The only part i felt like i was running through was the fifth stanza. I think if you add a few commas in between that one long sentence it might help ...just a suggestion;-)

    | Posted on 2005-07-29 00:00:00 | by calling eve | [ Reply to This ]
      Your are obviously a sculptor, an artist of not just words...but your words here...
    "At first, we are held up high in a cathedral sense
    for all to see and cherish
    No imperfections are ever witnessed,
    only glorious artisan praises are ever heard

    With each day we elongate
    the etching process slowly eats away our perfection
    Sometimes unwittingly and some with altruistic intentions"
    all I can say...WOW...
    you have an insight into the tortured souls...I truly love reading your work
    | Posted on 2005-07-25 00:00:00 | by ravenwolf68 | [ Reply to This ]
      i like the way you started from conception, moved on up to baptism to adolescence and to adulthood. from innocence of an infant to the reality of adulthood. could not have said it any better. unfortunate that not everyone can trust their loved ones, but they learn to suck it up and try to look at the better side of things...
    dylanpoe's girl
    | Posted on 2005-07-24 00:00:00 | by dylanpoe | [ Reply to This ]
      I can't add much beyond what has been said. A truly beautiful and touching poem. WELL DONE! I can tell you felt this one. Thanks for the beauty and the colors. Thanks for brining this into the world. I see myself better because of this. : ) Good job! I hope I am not the last to comment on this. The world needs to read it. Bravo!
    | Posted on 2005-07-17 00:00:00 | by beatthedrum | [ Reply to This ]
      this is yet an other interesting analogy you make.

    i thought the title was excellent.

    and you convey your piece in an uncluttered and matter of fact way and it works for what you are saying. your one main analogy is interwoven with many more subtle and complex ones and that also works.

    if i should critique anything it would be that there is a lot of wording in this piece, and at times some of the lines are quite a lot to take in, but you know that is better than the other way around.

    good to see you and thanks for dropping by and giving your input to my latest piece 'paul.'
    your words are kind and i am glad to see you about here again and look forward to many more conversations,

    take care ed


    [what is this other thing you have been doing away form here if you do not mind me asking?
    | Posted on 2005-07-11 00:00:00 | by on1eday.co.uk | [ Reply to This ]
      I have always been in awe of the stained glass wonders of art in cathedrals across the world and this poem just brings home to me how brilliant you are to liken the rise and fall of man to something so majestic yet fragile. This is a wonderfully poignant poem... one that needs to be read and reread carefully to savor all the nuances and angles you provide. Brilliant poetry!
    | Posted on 2005-07-09 00:00:00 | by Beulah | [ Reply to This ]
      Very seldom does a poem actually strike both the ethereal, spiritual realm and that of the tangible. And this one is virtually about spirit, how it's clean and perfect at birth, and how as we learn, we become all wrong, by some accounts at least. You use well the medium of glass as an artist, and there is nothing about this I cannot honestly like. It's rather a masterpiece, congratulations this is really beautful. Not one line ever stops giving, and that is art.
    peace and love,
    | Posted on 2005-07-08 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      Very well written Ed, comparing us to the fragility of glass. As strong as we assume we are, when the brutish hammer comes down (especially from those we hold dear to us) we shatter. Yes indeed, blessed are those who are able to pick up the pieces and continue on with life. Inner strength like the lead in your stained glass. Excellent, thought provoking piece.
    | Posted on 2005-07-06 00:00:00 | by wannabe1 | [ Reply to This ]
      I like to pick up broken fragments of glass when I find them. I put them together in different shapes and designs. They make beautiful mosaics.

    This is a beautiful piece Ed. I feel that we are perfect in our imperfections. Even the broken can love and be loved. Sometimes we find our missing pieces in others who are lacking wholeness as well.

    This is going in my favorites. I love the use of so many words associated with spirituality and the divine. I love the whole basis of this piece.

    hey, did I mention I like this?
    | Posted on 2005-07-05 00:00:00 | by Magnolia | [ Reply to This ]
      "a unique poem in glass" is a beautiful way to describe an individual. i love it! this is really poignant Ed.. i've always loved stained glass and have used its image in poems before, mostly with it shattering..
    this is a gorgeous poem. says so much about how we are formed and grow and can be shattered in our lives by those we most trust and love. there are many striking lines here, too many for me to point out. you've done a marvelous job with this Ed. thank you.
    | Posted on 2005-07-05 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      Ed... my Ed...this...is amazing. I love it. This hits close to home right now. The themes of trust and betrayal. I have recently been betrayed by a family and a love whom I thought to be truthful, faithful, dependable, and loyal. But it turns out they were anything but. But arising from the ashes of what felt like a complete breakdown at first, has been one of the most invigorating things I've ever experienced. I've learned that no matter how many people betray me or try to bring harm to me, there are always people who will stand next to me and stand up for me. There are always going to be a few people that will be there no matter what. Those are the people that help you pick up the pieces when someone breaks you.

    This piece just blew me away...it brought to mind the new found strength I have and the lessons I've learned lately. I just love it. I wouldn't change a word. Favorites!


    | Posted on 2005-07-04 00:00:00 | by Juliets_dagger | [ Reply to This ]
      I stand in awe. This is simply amazing Ed. I really enjoyed reading and soaking it in. You have a glorious way of expressing humankind; from birth, to who we've become today. An excellant piece.
    There is indeed a magical sense of birth, of purety.. Then comes LIFE.. the everyday happenings that we allow to strip us of our innocence.
    Very well done!

    Maybe in the 5th stanza this line could be fixed, like below..and made into two lines?

    "Sadly by someone we should trust; (break)
    parents, friends entrusted guardians and lovers."

    Wonderful use of words..all collaborated into a great piece. A thought provoking and enjoyable read.

    | Posted on 2005-07-03 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ]
      This was truly beautiful. The self worth of one. The deep understanding of one as ourselves. Are we worth nothing, something? Who knows. One thing though. Did you write this or did someone else.
    | Posted on 2005-07-03 00:00:00 | by akaietowa-ru_18 | [ Reply to This ]

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