The Vase

The Vase

A Poem by Einstein Noodle

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                        The Vase

there on the shelf of my best pronouncements
polished purple and pink


a rose so to speak


warm bodies in the house 
can't contain the empty cold


quiet browns inside 
stained with rag doll morals and attar


dusting politely the


water marks
waterfall streaking


water falls like cotton
quietly 

 ...................................................................................

E.
10/13/2019


© 2019 Einstein Noodle


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E., my great grandmother had a similar vase in her living room. I remember it was fine China with intricate colorful artwork, and someone had broken it years earlier. I recall the cracks, the faint dried glue ooze, and yet I never looked inside. I think it might've been her mother, Lettie, who died during the 1919 influeza epidemic. This memory is from the 1970s, so the images are blurry now. Still, your poem and the photo took me back to that place and time, much like what you've described here, "where water falls like cotton... quietly." This poem touches the heart and time, and that makes it extraordinary.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

oh God bless your Great Great Gramma! how precious to hold even faded memories like that R E! our he.. read more



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I have items in the house just like you have expressed. Where the essence of those lost to me remain. Slowly I have given some of those things to family. The danger in that is if I can't let it become the actual item that it is, and no longer some little piece of me. Because then I could be disappointed in those I give it to, my true treasures have no value but to my memory, but the real gift is those who I give it to.


Posted 10 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

10 Months Ago

boy do i hear that Cherrie ..and thanks so much for taking a wander about me pages :) yes .. our mem.. read more
I think there is so much poetry in the everyday things of our lives. We take these for granted (vases etc). But they are there and they are a visual and spiritual record of our lives if only we know how to tap into them. And I think a poem like this does just that- taps into this spiritual record.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

yes yes yes Cousin! i think they are .. trinkets that we have emotional and spiritual connections w.. read more
the broken pieces of the "rose" vase is a perfect metaphor for your feelings: "brown stains", some darkness in your life It seems like things haven't been touched in the house for a while..."dusty" "cold" which also reflects your inner self. I think a very telling piece, short, but profound. GREAT!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

so fine to be getting to know each other poem by poem eh!? thank you so much for taking time to read.. read more
I have a few of my late mums old vases they bring back the scent of my youth I can smell the musty scent of roses or Xmas bush gone by sitting on a sideboard or dining table with us all sitting much younger all around thanks for this superb poem loved it

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

isn't it strange how so many have such vases in place on mantels, window sills, with such memories a.. read more
Taking description quantum stages further. Zen and the beautiful vase. I like it... A lot.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

i think we are connected Ken ... not surprised you would go to Zen ;) love on ya brother! Happy Than.. read more
Those fragments signify so many memories be it cracks or chips, a history either way in its presentation.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

yep ... even in pieces memories remain a whole picture .. really happy for your visit sir! thanks fo.. read more
I love how poets can write about practically everything and pass whatever message with anything, here this vase has brought out such a warm sweet poem that speaks of love

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

i do too Cassie .. it is a marvelous way to get all kinds of things from inside the noodle and insid.. read more
I loved it how you wrote this poem.
It's very beautiful.
Full of love and descriptive.
It totally says everything you wanted to say about the title " The Vase ".

You are good with words too, just like you said to me.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

:) ............ thanks for taking time Ms. Milky Way! glad you enjoyed!
E.
O h my..yes this is a heartwarming piece containing such sweet memories..we form affectionate attachments to certain things ..this vase as lovely as a rose holds so much more from bygone years..lovelingly penned poetry E..

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

hey Fran! yes! we all have them don't we .. in one form or another ... thank you for your kind suppo.. read more
  Fran Marie

1 Year Ago

you re welcome
Quite a picture it must make, that vase, as pretty as a rose. Your words reflect your pride and attachment to the vase that must be bringing on such precious memories of the past. Such beloved possessions, though stained, though worn and cold, never fail to comfort and soothe us through the rough grind of life.

I was brought up by my grandmother E and I have her old, four-poster bed from the 1940s when she was young. As a baby, my first conscious moment was in that bed and I hope to have my last one there too.

You touch such a chord here. Thanks for sharing a special part of your life.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

oh my Divya ... i feel quite honored this brought those precious memories to mind .. thank you so mu.. read more
DIVYA

1 Year Ago

You’re welcome E! Have a lovely, awesome day! It is such a pleasure my friend.

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