QUIET BREATH

The clay pot on the ground

near the well holds the breath

of distant stars inside its dark

yet goes unnoticed.

It is cracked and chipped,

but its round shape is

pleasing to the eye, and

has been long cherished,

if little used.

Twice it spilled, once to crack

and once to chip, and is not whole,

but still fulfills its noble purpose,

holding the breath of

distant stars.

Reviews

[Gee]

I like this Vol, it's peaceful, quiet, gets you to thinking. Got me thinking of mum and how she gradually fell to bits but was ever present, at least mentally, until she wasn't :)

[Vol]

Gee,
Sigh... thank you for your thoughts... My mom is 95 and in hospice care. She is brilliant, and has such a noble soul...I leave in about ten days to help her walk through the end,,,
Vol

[Gee]

Bless, my thoughts are with you Vol.
Take care

[Vol]

Awww, Gee.... Thank you Gee,
Vol

[Dave Brown]

we have a garden lady doing much the same thing
Her elbow is chipped and her hairline has been altered but she sits quietly, content to endlessly watch what happens in the heavens.
Would that the rest of us be as inoffensive

[Vol]

Amen! And it is left to the poets to pause and reflect on the importance of pausing and reflecting...