I never knew I was so fragile
that I’d be reduced to pieces
like a china cup
at one knock.
Neither did I know
those living close to my heart
were all Kintsugi artists.
They lovingly collected
all the shards, that was my soul
and mended with words of gold.
Now I’m a Kintsugi vase,
broken yet whole.
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Kintsugi: Art of mending
22 thoughts on “Kintsugi”
Yes, we fix ourselves and often we are better for it. It is a pity that as consumers we tend not to do that so much with the things we buy but rush out for a replacement rather than attempt a repair. What a beautiful poem this is Sumana.
And may I say a lovely vase indeed.Great that you had those people to put you back together again.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeously penned!💖
” . . . those living close to my heart
were all Kintsugi artists.”
And their art helped you be you–soul full–not a reflection of them.
I love thinking of self as a very beautiful and useful mended vase!
Those times I lay in shards making me more, more.
Yes… I have been there.
Oh, that’s beautiful!
We all need loved ones who would repair our wounds in gold.
Very beautiful I copy that one to my computer I absolutely love it.
Sumana, this is absolutely gorgeous. I love it so much. We are all Kintsugi vases, truth be told. And thank heaven for the friends who patched us up!
Oh, everyone needs friends who are Kintsugi artists. Such a beautiful thing.
Friends are the best Kintsugi there could ever be. Great insight in this!
So beautifully pieced together – I loved every word
Pingback: The Trouble with Bonding | Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble
I love the sentiment of this, and I love that the physical shape of your poem resembles a vase. Lovely work.
Beautiful…and I am just thinking about this dazzling world with so many kintsugi artists! And more awe-inspiring …are the kintsugi friends who constantly mend and heal us! You have a kind heart, Sumana! Love you❤️
Serene and beautiful…let us all heal each other with loving vibes!!
“Good as new.” It is to know magic. The mended vase more cherished for its repair. Wiser than before, in the silence afterward.
This is a beautiful thought, Sumana! We must depend on others sometime to do the loving mending
Gorgeous, Sumana. Sometimes mending happens by letting others help.
How beautifully said! Was it Bernard Shaw or Oscar Wilde who once said, ‘Hell is other people’? I’m glad some of us are lucky enough to discover that Heaven is, too.