Sticks and stones
were never thrown.
Yet, her words pummeled
those beautiful imaginations.

Ideas sketched on paper,
thoughts put in motion.
some things have substance;
the density of burden.

Careless tipping of the glass.
Hopes and dreams spilling
on the filthy floor.

The plans laid waste;
frequencies are out of sync.
Finding necessity for idiosyncrasies
to cope with the unwanted dilemmas.