Glass Houses May2 by melodylowes He lives in a glass house but is unafraid to cast the first stone; the ripple effect drives shards straight through his sternum. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Now there’s a well put statement (I was going for a specific word, but I can’t reach it without dragging the step stool over)–Mel, is there a small typo in the first line? Great job–one of those, “wish I’d written it”…
Yes, there is – was – I caught it this morning. Thanks – please point those out, as they are a pet peeve of this teacher! 😉
And you do the same for me, okay?–my self-perfectionism is incurable.
Beautiful Mel, and the pic is just spot on!
Thanks Sandra! It is a rather haunting image – full of life lessons, I think!
Such a beautiful and very rare image!
We usually have this at least once during our spring run-off, when the water level drops overnight as temps cool, leaving the previous layer of ice high and dry. It IS rather lovely, a sharp image and lesson for us all.
stunning… both words and pictures 🙂 Thanks for sharing your talent with us!
Aw, thanks Heidi! You are so sweet!
That’s an interesting formation (or deformation) of ice melting.
Isn’t it? I’ve seen it all my life without really thinking about it – now, it looks like a lesson waiting to be learned!
It does look like glass! Wonderful poem to match the photo! Way to go, Melody!
🙂 The image is rather stark, and stirred some stark thoughts. Thanks, Deb!