The Vase that Broke

[Dracula Girl]

The Vase that Broke

A vase broke one day
Many years ago
Shards of broken glass
Stayed swept out of view
A thing of beauty
Painfully undone
Hidden off in the dark
Though life went all around
None that did not see it break
Knew a broken vase was there
Its form smashed beneath the carpet
Though people went by and by
The vase once beautiful
Now worn and dirty shards

One day a cleaner came
And found the vase that broke
Out from the rug
He swept the dust
Cleared off the dirt from the glass
And thought it was beautiful
Although he was a cleaner by trade
By hobby he made puzzles and art
He took the glass home to glue and make
A lovely display of line and light
The vase that once lost its value
Now held a beautiful bouquet

[Rusty T]

Joan,

I enjoyed this poem. I haven't written a poem in years. Maybe I need to get busy. Thanks for posting your writing.

rusty

[NeilUnreal]

Nice poem, I like the earlier one, "I'm Sorry," as well.

I used to get the urge to write poetry and fiction every winter when cold weather came on -- short highly structured poems, haiku, and "faux" quotations were my favorite.

I'm not sure why, but my desire to write dwindled and vanished a few years ago. Perhaps my job of writing software uses up the same parts of my brain as writing words and I need a break. Doing other forms of art seems to let those parts of my brain rest.

-Neil

[Dracula Girl]

Thank you so much.