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The Coffee Table, The Vase and The Rose

18 Aug

 (Vase)

When love fails, it is not love. It flickers fickle cruelty,

as the bird with expanded wings, is unable to use the wind,

as an ocean without its waves, cannot release a tide to carry it in.

 

When a heart breaks, to expose the center, the stalwart of being,

a spark flashes from a black sink hole, to embrace the collapse.

Faint progression no longer stalls between loving again and its toll.

 

Can we ever walk away? Is it always resolution by death?

It always seems to be the way. Like stepping on the ant,

like squashing the spider, like cutting the rose to fit  the vase.

 

 (Rose)

I sit here mounted, surrounded by crystal,

Barely seen, through the light between closed curtains.

 

(Coffee table)

Once all charged with life, cleaned and polished,

now, dust about an “inch thick”, begs to be wiped;

to reveal the history  of wet crystal rings, that became permanently sealed

during many transitions. Some, quickly wiped, other just forgotten.

Excitement, dis-appointment, laughter, and silence.

I wait here with the vase, in the scent of a drying rose.

My possessions are accomplished and their appeal ceases.

Their use, merrily leads me to another, then another.

I suppose if I rented them ( use them temporarily ),

 my intentions would  not be committed to its need.

Both require some exchange, price, for those transactions.

That leaves me with a feeling of “lost” for a “gain”.

 ( Often lasting longer than the possession;

even those that belong to Caesar).

There is nothing to purchase in development and growth

 in the center of the heart or in the center of the rose;

 should there be, with ignorance,

 the cost is refunded through regret and without repetition.

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6 Comments

Posted by on August 18, 2013 in Existential, Love, poems, Poetry, thoughts, Zen

 

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6 responses to “The Coffee Table, The Vase and The Rose

  1. brian miller

    August 19, 2013 at 12:00 am

    my first thought was to figure which of these i have felt like…smiles….i guess a bit of all at times…the line that hung me up was the rose cut to fit the vase….as i find that a very scary analogy…

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    • ZQ

      August 25, 2013 at 4:30 pm

      …like putting a size 6 shoe on an 8 1/2 foot…or changing ourselves to “fit” in… when I realized that, it was scary 🙂

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  2. grapeling

    August 19, 2013 at 6:56 pm

    the progression from ant, to spider – to rose – fantastic. ~ M

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    • ZQ

      August 25, 2013 at 4:26 pm

      Thank you. Encouragement is like water to a plant. 🙂

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  3. dsnake1

    August 20, 2013 at 1:22 am

    each of the 3 have their uses, but now they are left behind. sometimes, this seems like life itself.

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    • ZQ

      August 25, 2013 at 4:25 pm

      Yup! There is no permanence 🙂 …much to my chagrin sometimes.

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