Glass Shards Poem by C H Sund

Poet sat upon the sunrise day
and pondered so mightily
at mosaic glassy shards
to illuminate in newness light.
And the hamper filled with
blackened, crumpled filings
while sun noon passed through,
but the Poet saw none of this
as the world he travelled
was mind to pen.
And in this world he cared not
for illusions of praise for
mediocrity, for his was the grail
search for the perfect line, the
perfect verse, the perfect pen.
For when these shards do
painstakingly fit at last,
a mosaic rich in untold hues
await the viewer’s eye to feast.