Tag: kintsugi

• Kintsugi

  Afterwards the pieces lay shattered, Some I couldn’t tell from the dust, I picked up those that mattered, Even those covered with rust. I couldn’t remember how they fitted, I mended one then another, I found they all knitted, Melded somehow now renewed together.

  Andrew Whalan

  June 8, 2018

  Poetry

  kintsugi, Poetry