Bitter Mosaic
Stretched to elasticity’s extreme…
nothing more to give;
like an overturned cup,
the nectar drained and dried
to granulated etchings on the rim.
What was that said
about a heart filled to the brim,
running over with love’s treasures?
A bitter heart leaks away
till after time and after tears,
grief’s blank mosaic tiles the floor,
and the steps of all who enter
echo in the dark.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
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