The brilliancy of its colors
as the fire
molecules once caputred
in the molten
state
now dance about
in solidness.
The
illumination of this life giver
stimulates my
soul with the energy
from atoms projected
by dancing sunbeams.
Glass is Alive, and
it reminds me that I am
Alive.
When my body lies frozen it
speaks to me from the
artroom with a
"ping" here and a "ka-nap" there
telling
me
it is alive.
In the sunlight a chorus of
rainbows
sing to me in such glorious
colors,
red, blue, purple and
greens.
Reminding me the glazier, the
instrument by which
creativity flowed to
connect the fire molecules.
Bringing into
being, life created by my female side
to
be passed to the next generations.
Glass
is Alive, and it reminds me that I am
Alive.
As I struggle through changes of adaption and
recovery
I am to release the masks of the
past,
finding the unity and harmony
of my very existence...
I find my courage
as I listen to the glass
so free with
beauty.
I wake from my torturous
Narcoleptic slumber, it speaks
to me from
across the room as if to say
"Good
Morning", proving it is still with
me
promising to be my lifeline.
Glass is Alive, and it reminds me that I Am
Alive.
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© Katrina Katz
This
poem is
dedciated to the memory of
Linda
Rae
Owens
September 22, 1937
to
March
18, 2000
I miss you
Thank-you for
all you taught
and shared with me.
