Sunday, December 18, 2011

Poem: Vase


Vase on a shelf
Never deigned to be exquisite
But there

Then it fell
Knocked ‘gainst walls
‘Twas exposed to world

Until it showed cracks
Faded luster

More cracks

So it was left
Left on the shelf
To gather dust

Growing old in its broken solitude

Copyright SGW 2011


London Accountant said...

Wow. Well, I was pretty moved by that. Truly that's a metaphor for so many people, if not all of us.

STP said...

Thank you.