Fragile
She was but an errant breeze
That stirs the garb of dust
Born by reckless winds
Birthing love and lust
An image in a quiet pool
Flawless, filled with such
Promise, then shattered by
The slightest breath or touch
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This is a tragically beautiful poem that captures the fragility of youth when facing the temptations of the flesh without a strong spiritual centre to anchor it. I just love the way so much is registered by the sublimely simple phrase, 'an errant breeze'. Great job, Robert!
This poem, although brief, is dense with sublime beauty, evocative language, and powerful imagery. I first read Mr. Funderburk’s work in The Chained Muse and was delighted to see his poems in The HyperTexts some months back. I think he is a very fine poet.