A Matter of Interpretation

These shards of glass, remains of what had
Been a vase before my lover's sleeve had
Caught it, made it fall, now glitter on the
Sunlit floor. She's horrified. A metaphor
For love in ruins; are we done? A tear
Appears beneath her eye. I grasp the
Sleeve, the arm within, and pull her to
Me. Not this time. A vase has broken.
Love remains. The glitter is the metaphor.
Let's go and get a broom.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-16 at 12:21

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