Seems to possibly reflect the ambiguities of life. Did the glass overflow from neglect or enthusiasm? Will the dried flowers be a cherished memento or the next joint? Now as to that vase - was it dropped or hurled? The poet need not answer these questions as the reader will appropriate the solution closest to his own heart.
I always enjoy reading your writing.
Posted 4 Months Ago
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4 Months Ago
Thank you, Delmar, for always being so kind to my little poems :)
the heart holds on to memories so hard it often shatters the glass...
of the vase that holds those dried thoughts pressed between pages
of what is left of us.
j.
You said so much in so few words dear Ana. Deep thoughts were written in the poetry. Quiet, can make us dig deeper into understanding of our life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Is the glass ful or pre-empty? A handy hint is a pint mug or drink straight from the bottle. The results may be as confusing, but at least the hangover will make you forget the flower sender and put the broken glass down to a possible unforgettable night you haven't the time to remember yet. 🤗
Who needs glasses, half full, empty or other, when you have another bottle on standby, for when you get over the headache and promises of "never again" 😊
Hope you're all safe and well.
Posted 3 Months Ago
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3 Months Ago
Hi lorry,thank you
Hope you're well!
3 Months Ago
You too Ana, in these strangest of strange times. 😊
i have missed you Anna! i noticed your avatar on a poem i was reading and was delighted .. i have not seen you around for quite some time .. i think the title is integral with your poem . i think when we do that it gives strength to the whole thing .. the minimalist always appeals to me .. the font on reading gives it a sweeping line that adds to romance in this ... the immersion of your opening lines and i think i drank too much .. the crumbling flowers held .. send the pain right to my heart and the shattering vase screams between my ears and i feel its brokenness ... such a short, emotive piece .. drew me in and drenched me in a drunken cry :((((((((((((((((( well done says i! absolutely would not even think to change a thing
E.
Have you read the lines of this poem in reverse order? You'd have to remove the "and" in the penultimate line but it is quite stirring. I like what you've done here in any order. I don't mean to tell an artist what color blue to paint the sky, just a respectful observation from a colleague.
Posted 4 Months Ago
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3 Months Ago
Thank you so much.
I'd paint the sky black with white polka dots.