The Broken Vase

The Broken Vase

 

It once held water

Which nourished the flower.

Tall and enclosed,

A perfect vessel in which to hold.

 

The flower bloomed

In its tiny room.

Finally taken care of,

It thrived in love.

 

Watered daily, it grew

Into something akin to true.

A lonely flower satisfied

When it found a vase in which to reside.

 

Surrounded by its glass shell,

A safeness, the flower felt.

Having a home it had been waiting for--

A place where love could be stored.

 

But, little by little, the vase began to leak

And soon could no longer hold its water in ease.

Though the flower tried,

It couldn’t stay alive.

 

For it wilted as it was now alone,

All the love… gone.

Now in its place

Is the broken vase.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad journey in the poem.
"For it wilted as it was now alone,
All the love… gone.
Now in its place
Is the broken vase."
When a broken vase is broke. Can it be repaired? Thank you Melinda for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Melinda.

[wordman]

sounds like man`s faith in God that faltered and caused the flower to wilt and die..

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading.

[wordman]

you are welcome melinda !

[Valentine]

Compared to a human relationship is what I get from this sad but lovely write. I enjoy reading your prose. Valentine

[Melinda McQueen]

Yes, you got it. Thank you for reading.

[MsJewel]

Lovely use of metaphor in this beautiful poem. Well done :) Julie

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading.