On our table that morning,
A vessel for dark sweet cherries.
That afternoon, for bread; oil dipped and
Delivered mouth to mouth like a benediction.
That evening, slammed down empty.
Not thrown - not quite, but almost.
Tonight now, it rests on the shelf
Like a pale moon, a memory of sun
And on the new morning, flowers.
Sad flowers will come.
Thankyou for my comment- I too am glad of the mutual appreciation!
ReplyDeleteI adore this photo- it looks like there has been one big giant explosion from that building. Or even that the clouds are huge wings, and the building is about to take off! Or... maybe it is getting late, and I am tired and in need of sleep, becoming slightly delirious!
Good job though!
Thanks for the comment, it really helped me to believe that one day everything I want will work out. It's hard being sixteen sometimes, especially when you're the type of kid who constantly stresses about both the future and past. It's great to know that some of the most popular and successful people had these feelings of helplessness too.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is wonderful, by the way.
Thanks again! <3