Jagged Shards

Musings of a Wandering Dryad

The jagged shards of somebody’s drunken night, lay scattered on the rough road.

The golden rays of the sun washed over the fragments , lending them an opalescent sheen.

They resembled, pale ghosts of uncut diamonds, a masquerade of baubles and cast-offs.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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