If I cannot be free,

Then I wish not to be.

I must smell the wind,

Touch the sun’s warmth,

Walk where few men go,

Feel the grass between my toes,

To be alone when I think,

With friends when I talk.

If I cannot live this way,

Life is as a broken bough.

 

Miles and miles

Of rock and dried ashes

Roll across the desert floor

Far away the rounded cone

Testifies to a hot, boiling past

The wild steppe wind

Thrashes the air

Plummets across the grasses

Where the khans rode

With their thirsted horde

Where the rains of Naga

Wandered displaced

And lonely

Where sings the grass

Of wars and Spring

And the earth aches of history.

 

GLASS RAIN—poetry by Margaret Roxby

“DEATH OF A VOLCANO” is included this week for March 23 World Meteorlogical Day. This poem was found among the poet’s papers. It was perhaps written after her one time visit to Hawaii late in life.

REFRACTIONS—poetry by Robert Roxby

“UNTRAMMELED,” is included this week for March 23 World Meteorlogical Day. Once again the author revels in his love a nature engendered in the days of his youth spent in the hills of coal country: West Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania. The poem first appeared in the author’s collection, Reflections on a Lifetime.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“WILD STEPPE WIND” is included this week for March  23 World Meteorlogical Day. This poem is the result of a poetry workshop where the author was given several prompts, one of which triggered memories of the Asian continent.

 

#worldmeteorolgicalday

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

  1. Attention Writers; National Proofreading Day is March 8. Have you immediately jumped to proofing this page? That’s fine, but I suggest you try your own work. Also, it might be nice to offer your skill to a fellow writer. Note: I find reading aloud can improve proofing.
  2. How do you feel about tools? Natonal Worship of Tools Day is March 11.
    1. Do you have a favorite tool? Why is it your favorite?
    2. Do have a tool you hate? What made you hate it?
  3. .National Awkward Moments Day is March 18. We’ve all had one or more. Choose one (or more) to write about so others can sympathize or simply realize they are not alone.
  4. Are interested in science (any form)? Tell your readers what drew you to your science ands why they, too, might enjoy your science.

 

A patterns of shape, colors,

Imaginary hopes, dreams—

Life, like a river, moves ever onward

Gathering all the events of time,

Blending the good, the bad

And the indifferent into one stream.

Only in that one place in its embrace

That holds our individual life

Is there a clearness of sight.

We perceive love, hate, friendship—

All the personal relationships

That make our life worthwhile

As through a clear window.

For others, only sepia brown water

Flows by in the river we know.

Who knows, they might be right.

 

The thought

That fountained

Northern lights

Into the mind

From some far realm

(I tried to snare

With a net of fragile words)

Vanished in a shower of iridescence.

Dimension-denying

Like a crystal rainbow

Dissolving into glass rain

The colors fell,

Tone-splintering at earth’s touch,

Fragmentize a million million times.

The words are not mine

Yet they fill my mouth

With their life,

Carving canyons

Into the sensitive tissues

Strangling my tongue

Spilling acid down my throat

 

If I were to tell you all

That happens

When their sound

Steals up the secret passage

Of the inner ear

Onto the landscape of my unguarded mind

You would weep

GLASS RAIN—poetry by Margaret Roxby

“A SHOWER OF IRIDESCENCE” was found among the poet’s papers and did not have a title. Another poem (possibly written at the same time) by the author, “The Uncontained,” appeared on this website in April of 2021. That version was missing the following lines:

A crystal rainbow evolves

Dissolves, tone-sundered

Glass rain falls

The second poem originally appeared in the author’s self-published collection, Glass Rain, Golden Rain.

REFRACTIONS—an essay by Robert Roxby

“RIVER OF LIFE” is included this week for March  20 World Storytelling Day. The poem originally appeared in the author’s collection, Reflections on a Lifetime.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“THE ATTACK OF WORDS” is included this week for March  20 World Storytelling Day. The author evidently is sharing her reaction as a audience or reader to the work of another apparently gifted and powerful storyteller.

 

#worldstorytellingday