Glasswork

[IceM]

Stained glass windows,
polychromatic reflections
of the human psyche,
are a delicate,
beautiful art.

Complex combinations of
geochemicals, with
slight deviation create
new emotions, new variations
of pre-existing conditions.

Baseball kids, playing in
a backyard slam
a pitch straight into
the stained glass windows.

Smash!

Standing amongst the poorly
assorted fragments, I see
reflections of myself--some stern,
some mild, some in cool tones,
some in warm tones,
all fragmented.
All unconnected.
All unrecognizable,
all of which are a spectrum presenting me.

Which of these am I?

[MystyrMystyry]

I don't know which you are - but cool poem

I like the smash!

[ILoveShelley]

This poem is really cool, I love it. Your language is amazing.

[IceM]

Thank you all for the reads. I don't post my internet online, unless it's a Slam one. Thanks for the reviews.

Any recommendations on how to improve the poem?

[everyadventure]

An interesting one, the smashing was an unexpected twist. But as with your last one, nix that last line! Allow your readers the enjoyment of inferring and deciphering for themselves; it takes away some of the fun when you "feed" it to us. I promise, we'll "get" it!

Also, you could tighten a couple lines by getting rid of extraneous words, highlighted in bold:

of the human psyche,
are a delicate,
beautiful art.


All unconnected.
All unrecognizable,
all of which are a spectrum presenting me.

Also, I might change that last word "me" to "self..." just a personal preference there...

Nice work.

[tailor STATELY]

Glasswork
Stained glass windows,
polychromatic reflections
of the human psyche,
are a delicate,
beautiful art.

Complex combinations of
geochemicals, with
slight deviation create
new emotions, new variations
of pre-existing conditions.

Baseball kids, playing in
a backyard slam
a pitch straight into
the stained glass windows.

Smash!

Standing amongst the poorly
assorted fragments, I see
reflections of myself--some stern,
some mild, some in cool tones,
some in warm tones,
all fragmented.
All unconnected.
All unrecognizable,
all of which are a spectrum presenting me.

Which of these am I?

Enjoyed your poem.

If I might hazard a suggestion:

Glasswork

Stained glass windows,
polychromatic reflections
of the human psyche,
are a delicate,
beautiful art.

Complex combinations of
geochemicals, with
slight deviation create
new emotions, new variations
of pre-existing conditions.

Smash!

Standing amongst the poorly
assorted fragments,
and a baseball,I see
reflections of myself--some stern,
some mild, some in cool tones,
some in warm tones,
all fragmented.
All unconnected.
All unrecognizable,
all of which are a spectrum presenting me.

Which of these am I?

The answer for me would be the baseball.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[symphony]

I love the concept, the thought of staring at fragments of stained glass, which would most likely feel like looking at fragments of myself, as they all reflect me in my different colors.

[MorpheusSandman]

I also really like the metaphor here and I could actually see you managing some even more complex elaboration on it. But even as is, it's still quite good, and as for constructive criticisms I agree everyadventure's recommendations.