Vase full of light and color. Tall, proud voluptuous. Riding high on dresser tall dark many drawers. Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers. Color light spinning through space. Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty place. Cold... hard silent. No hope of turning whole again. Warm.... gooey binding. Sealed by loves hand. First look you see the streaks, thin line cracks. Time goes by .... All seems whole once more. Smallest gentle jostle.... Broken worst than before. Picking up the pieces. Fallen all apart. Tucking gently away....Not wanting to. To many pieces....don't know where to start. Closing drawer...lay broken in the dark. Faded spot uncovered. Bare empty space. Try many none fit. As if faded spot beckoning. Vase to take its place.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
This is not what I had intended to write But this is what I wrote Maybe somewhere in this mess of words there will be answer to the day I had.
Hi, Happygolucky4u, From Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers... to Bare empty space. Try many none fit..., the mind is always trying to put the pieces together.
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusAug 12, 2011
[Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers.]
this one should be on display at the 'poetry-hall-of-fame'...
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From Faded spot one rests on other like two lovers... to Bare empty space. Try many none fit..., the mind is always trying to put the pieces together.
this one should be on display at the 'poetry-hall-of-fame'...