An Empty Vase

Something bright fills me.
Smell sweet scents.

        Something rotting lives in me.
        Tell tired tales.

Excitement.

        Decay.

I don't want to wash it out.
I can't

        Wash it out.

My flowers are beautiful --

        Roots are dead.

Get rid of one.

        Get rid of the other.

Maybe it's best to

Be an empty vase.

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

This is very unusual Gillian, interesting as well. I'm assuming it's non-fiction...if not the same applies...
It's never good to be an empty vase, it's much wiser to accept what you can't change in this life.
I like the way you've written this piece...It commands attention! Good for you, you go you good thing...Write some more, get it out of your system!
Cheers...

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

That is sheer poetry, at it's essence...lovely, Gillian, :O)

mimi