If I could express it in a different dialect or in a delicate way

Last day of soccer practice for the summer. There's no bittersweet feeling of leaving behind a new experience. Probably because it isn't.

the glass sat awkwardly on the table

an unwelcome sight in this pristine house

it stood out like a crazy colored hairstyle

in an otherwise bland mixture of brunettes and blonds

and yet no one made any move to change that

it reflected the faces of the silent quartet

reflecting and distorting

some elongated others widened

however all the faces had eyes that stared

straight at the glass

at all of the shattered pieces

that it had left behind.

I think I'm going to go all e e cummings with my poetry. No caps, no punctuation. This way you can add the breaks and pauses where you think they fit best. Yes, this way everyone can view my poetry in a different way than the next. Giving an extra pause, or one less than that of the last person to read it.