The Vase
Ancient samurai of a vase
though this incarnation was
thrown, shaped and baked
just few short years ago,
broad, squat, misshapen warrior
robed for battle in pewter scales,
banded in brown at shoulder and hips
like the leather of belts and sheath,
it was to be broken for the crime of leaning
but, instead, came home with me,
the old soldier to his honourable place
by the door of my inner sanctum,
pushing back at the bookcase as if
guarding all the knowledge within.
Ancient samurai of a vase
though this incarnation was
thrown, shaped and baked
just few short years ago,
broad, squat, misshapen warrior
robed for battle in pewter scales,
banded in brown at shoulder and hips
like the leather of belts and sheath,
it was to be broken for the crime of leaning
but, instead, came home with me,
the old soldier to his honourable place
by the door of my inner sanctum,
pushing back at the bookcase as if
guarding all the knowledge within.
6 comments:
Lorraine:
Bravo on the ultimate poetry challenge. This piece is wonderful.
I ain't a poet and don't I know it! Ha, ha, ha! Poetry isn't my gift, but I appreciate it always.
Readers, bloggers, let's see that creativity flow!
Kim
loved the picture... loved the poem... congratulations on proudly and persistently producing precious poetry...
Joseph
Joseph, would LOVE to see a poem from you, too!
Wonderful poem (as always), Lorraine and interesting vase. Are they BOTH yours? The vase looks very organic and reminds me of sort of sea creature.
Obviously I watched too many film clips of anthropods in biology today!
Merci mes amies! Yes both vase and poem are mine...the vase made by a friend...and yes Stephanie...step away from the microscope! :)
I could hear all those P's pop Joseph...like a hillside of scotch broom in August!
You know what was amazing? Over a period of thirty days, you could start recognizing poets without seeing their names at the bottom. It too became a community of creative and honest words.
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