The Moonlit Vase

 

The moonlit vase held the passions of dead grandmothers

Just as the old bureaus held brooches they once had worn

And as the old graves held bones they once had worn.

 

The moonlit vase held the passions of dead grandmothers

Just as steeple-headed men circled pleas that we had mourned

And as the old graves held the bones we had mourned.

 

The moonlit vase held the passion but did not keep the passion in

It poured to the hardwood like old wine once did

And it made funny squares like old windows once did.

 

The moonlit vase held the passion but did not keep the passion in

It spilt into the kitchen just like the rose’s chopped stem

And it made a split just like the rose’s chopped stem.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

Awesome read! Enjoyed very much!

[Mockingbird]

nostalgic and solemn. conveys the idea that life goes on without you, and sometimes no one will even remember you. excellent poem. your writing has evolved since you started writing on this site. great job.