Hands gather in pride
fragile reservoirs that hold the bouquets of life,
placed upon a wobbly pedestal,
each budding treasure cherished,
all the flowers collected
expressed in vanity's array,
fashioned to display the heart's idea of beauty,
their sweet fragrance intoxicating
with joy's scent of possession.
One miscalculated motion,
a deed of distraction
and the vase falls victim
to gravity.
Shattering on impact,
fingers trying to salvage the damaged petals,
cuts and bleeding result from the desperate act
to redeem what is destroyed.
In the shards collected,
is beheld rays through their glassy fractures,
prism filtering though the jaggedness,
a world unknown discovered,
colors never seen become visible,
by the accident, bringing its pain,
but blessing with the inspiring light
to see truths and other realities
previously unimagined.
Author notes
1) The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no tears.
~John Vance Cheney
A contest entry
- PIF Picture & Quote Prompts! by perfectsunset.
575 points, ended October 7, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ooh very interesting write. Cleverly written!
I really liked your wide use of vocabulary in this.
Great imagery and well-crafted elaborations.
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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wow a wonderful take on the promt full of some great imagery and emotions from stanza one through to stanza three good luck in the contest
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