Shattered (One Shot Wednesday Poetry)

This poem is written specifically for One Shot Wednesday. What is 1  Shot??? It’s a new site where poets can link their poems and get feedback. Our goal is to establish a community of writers to encourage  each other and to create more blog visibility for each writer. Please stop by One Shot

My life broke today

or was it yesterday?

pain seems to last beyond yesterdays

it infringes itself on my todays


I couldn’t stop the breaking

the pieces are scattered

never to be regained

maybe a few pieces were salvaged

most are gone

some stuck to you


My heart froze like glass

so when you took a hammer

it shattered readily

like a mirror


a mirror that reflects upon you

was that a callous gesture I behold?

what I see in that mirror

was not there once upon a time


take my pieces and go

what you take with you

died long ago


don’t worry about the mess

I have the remainder of a lifetime

to pick up the pieces

of my shattered dreams

*  -*  -* – * -* -*-*-*-*-*

Thank You to Philip Bitnar for the great broken glass picture


Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

54 thoughts on “Shattered (One Shot Wednesday Poetry)

  1. Sad and incredibly written, felt like crying yet even though the emotion seemed so broken within it, seemed to be clinging in that shred of strength, just in the word “lifetime” to pick up the pieces, means life is actually still there. Excellent writing!


  2. ok, first, i hope this is made up…if not you need to email me…smiles.

    so much pain in broken dreams…there is a deep pain in this one les…

    happy oneshot!


  3. Nicely written, but very sad…..
    I have long refused to let someone have that much power in my life…anymore…if I what shattered dreams…I will shattered my own…I hope they recover from their injuries…bkm


  4. Very moving. The last stanza stands out for me

    “don’t worry about the mess

    I have the remainder of a lifetime

    to pick up the pieces

    of my shattered dreams”


  5. Very beautiful poem and I love the picture too! The poem really speaks of life and the dreams we have and how easily they are shattered. Pieces do stick to the ones who do us wrong. I can so identify with this poem. You always write the most wondrous things.


  6. this was a great piece and I have felt this way before…I love the lines

    “a mirror that reflects upon you

    was that a callous gesture I behold?

    what I see in that mirror

    was not there once upon a time”

    How you see someone before they break your heart is totally different from how you see them after…


    1. There is SO much to love here!! Genuine emotion, vivid corlos, great composition and angles and I adore your sepia post work- tasteful and gorgeous!


  7. TO say that I enjoyed this is to use the wrong word. I found it engaging and read it several times. I appreciate the raw power of it. Well done. Causes me to think about the nature of relationships, and the vulnerability. – Bill


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    1. I found your blog through ILP (I’m Megxan over there) your phoots (and your artful rendering of them) is gorgeous! I look forward to seeing more of your work.Also, Peyton is adorable. Congratulations!


  8. Tragic. To see our dreams broken, to reflect on the hopes that never were…powerful. Emotional–truly pulled from the darkest part of heart and mind. Well done.


    1. Wonderful story, reckoned we could cnmoibe a few unrelated data, nevertheless really worth taking a look, whoa did one learn about Mid East has got more problerms as well


  9. The last stanza made me feel relieved – that this person will put the pieces back together and will be all the stronger for it. The mirror image was a great one.


      1. You know, the more I look at this image the more I think it says I want I want I want which is infinitely more potsiive from a love perspective, but more sad from the standpoint of the original tagger. I love how off to the left over there someone else tagged let me check my calendar .


  10. hi moonie once again you have served us a delicious piece for One Shot Day..albeit a heartfelt piece that i hope was not drawn on your own experience..great poem cheers Pete


      1. The type of physician I would like to work for is a Pediatrician. Pediatrician’s spciaelty is to work with children. I have been working with children for a long time mainly because I work at a daycare facility. I’ve got to a point where I feel like I can handle anything that will come my way with them. It would also leave me feeling good at the end of the day to know that I have helped in some way to make a child feel better.The type of physician I would not care to work for is a Epidemiologist. Epidemiologist’s specialize in epidemics caused by infections agents and also work with sexually transmitted diseases. I feel if I were to work in this type of spciaelty I would be putting my self at risk of exposure to these infectious agents. Also I would be focusing a lot of my time on trying to not get infected instead of having a steady mind on what I was actually supposed to be doing.


  11. Emotions are shattering in this poem, but what I found most interesting was the thought in the first stanza: Questioning which day life “broke” and then repeating “today” and “yesterday” at the end of the lines… that in itself is amazing.


  12. The emotions in this poem was really strong. I enjoyed the strength in sadness portrayed here and the last line just added the cherry to the cake…nice one Moony…cheers!


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  13. You really have a way with words, Moon! And that way is just plain superb!
    “take my pieces and go
    what you take with you
    died long ago” – WICKED!!!
    Keep writing, Les… You are totally awesome! Phheeww.. I’m still shaking away the chills I got from reading this one.. brr


  14. Oh no – this is so sad – and so true
    There are pieces that go with the other and they’re gone forever and we have to learn to live without them.
    Broken glass, broken dreams – so well expressed…


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  15. “take my pieces and go/what you take with you/died long ago” I love this image. It’s so raw and real. Great job!


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