Still life ~ still love?

When its dead, its dead.

 

 

Still life ~ still love?

 

A painting of a flower

in a glistening cut glass vase

Captured of a time before

when the light was perfect,

the fragrance sweet and the petals

soft as vanilla pudding

 

still life ~

 

Our love was that of dreams,

picture perfect

Captured in a photograph,

placed in a heart shaped

ornate silver frame

displayed proudly on the mantle

 

still love ~

 

days later petals lie

scattered on the floor

in random patterns

wilted and curled, pale and drab,

a brown stem in stagnant water,

the vase stained and glistening no more

 

no life ~

 

months later, shards of glass lie

scattered on the floor

an empty broken frame rests

face down in the ashes

of the photo, torn to shreds

and burned

 

no love ~ 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

Oh... this one is pretty dark and full of wicked glass shards.
I feele the hope seeping out the broken window like sweet vapors that have gone rancid and needing to clear the air...
Very clever writing, my friend!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Happy you stopped by today.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

When the love is gone...it's dead...no love, no life...still life, still love.
Clever, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[SyberRose]

A good description how one feels when love is gone...Just like a wilted rose...a great metaphor Jack
Nicely penned as always...Rose:)

[Jack...]

Thanks so much sweet Rose. Maybe more like a wilted daisy...Rose's don't wilt...do they? :)

[SyberRose]

I hope not ha...but you never know...:)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The stillness speaks volumes, Jack.
You always paint a visceral imagery within your art. Captivating words, my friend!~xoxo~

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend for visiting me today. I am always thrilled when you stop by.

[Lydia Shutter]

Profoundly sad imagery in this one, Jack. The metaphor of the vase, the flower, the photo, and the frame is absolutely perfect. Makes one wonder if it truly was love to begin with. A poignant beauty of a write. Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thank you Lydi. I was just wondering if it is still life after the love is gone. Your kind words are always my beautiful flower.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, yes, life goes on....because it must. It might have a few wilted leaves, but it survives.

[Frieda P]

Just that first stanza alone cuts like a knife, the imagery in this one is awe inspiring Jack, shards of glass and petals strewn, stagnant water, it's a sad scene. Sad ending indeed.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my sweet friend. Your beauty on my page makes everything seem better.

[Sami Khalil]

"no life ~



months later, shards of glass lie

scattered on the floor

an empty broken frame rests

face down in the ashes

of the photo, torn to shreds

and burned



no love ~"

No love , no life and vice versa are so true and relevant to our connection to the divine source and each other to create the utopia within and without. I feel so much sadness Jack in your latest writes and I know for personal reasons...I hope you keep your hope alive and well...Bravo

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. I always appreciate your kind words and they do lift me.

[Sami Khalil]

MY pleasure...Any time...:).........