Vase Dream -c'est la vie

extended shelf life

White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything else
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about..And more or less.- c'est la vie 
The balcony did its’ best of course
Displaying the fragile curves
Morning sun light danced approval
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from… 
Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie 
An alert French man
Pastry smile and all
Happened along
With left handed nimble fingers caressed 
A Beaujolais 42....or so they say
The other hand stretched out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling down to concrete boundaries out
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery was saved from the mistake
The springing from this mortal coil- c'est la vie 
Stayed Intact for another while
But poor French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened 
Something like an egg
Nothing like a smile
A natural death ensued - c'est la vie 
A stranger seized the moment
Lets call the fiend a passer by
Lifted vase and fled
Made off down and dirty
An ally way filled with grays gave the escape
Another fate for vase awaits
Less encumbered than the other one
In a land no where near to here
To dream of ledges - c'est la vie 
If so inclined or so designed
To live another shelf life far from crime

Reviews

[sette]

so imaginative, so creatively written and the vase as a silent witness. very unique

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi sette, Thank you very much for your interest in my works. I'm glad that you enjoyed this one. It was a fun write. As for the white vase; well, I think it is fine and doing well, high above a ledge some place, sitting on the edge, waiting for adventure somewhere in the world. Have a great day. Earl

[sette]

hahaha still a silent witness