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Inspired by the Leonard Cohen lyrics
"There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in."

For Broken Things

Yacht_at_mooring_wood_blockby athena kathy06 Feb 2014

Let’s hear it for objects cast aside,
And ones that have lost their shine:
The silvered wood now soft with age;
Smoothed lozenges of sea-glass,
Worn opaque like eyes turned inwards;
For things that have no use,
No price,
No reason to exist.
Flakes of crumbling mortar,
And shards of weathered stone.

Let’s hear it for broken things,
For worn and faded things,
For the things we never missed and cannot keep;
Lying unremarked and overlooked,
Unadorned, unknown.

Let’s hear it for broken things
Carelessly discarded
In cobwebbed corners;
For cracked pots
And worn tiles.
Let’s hear it for chipped and faded things,
Things which are not complete
And were never loved
Or ever polished so that they held the light;
For things we do not try to mend,
And do not care for,
Now obsolete
And left forgotten
In some neglected place, beyond repair.

Let’s hear it for the beauty of unsung objects
Which demand nothing of us,
Unrecorded in the order of things,
Dispossessed, not owned,
They have no name,
No place, no designated space,
No hook on which to hang or call their own.