Filling the Vase

Its been a while since I have spun a bit of poetry directly onto the page - Well - here goes - Edit free -from my fingers to your eyes - Happy Monday to you all - Rence

Filling the Vase

Fractures line the curves of the vase
Like tiny veins
Or patterns etched by ancient ivy shoots
Now long gone
Their life lines leaving indelible images
On the fragile china

At first it appears the vessel
may prove to weak to fulfill its promised
function
To aged and thin to succor the blooms

It seems such a tragedy
For this icon of beauty and strength
to be relegated to only the lighted cabinet
Where it will be viewed but never touched
Seen but never filled

But as my hands reverently follow its curves
I find myself peering within
only to discover the veining is superficial
Its interior is as smooth as the day it was created
No fissures or cracks mar its perfect finish

With relish I fill the vessel
Snip each bloom and arrange it within the
shelter of this perfectly hollowed shell
Their fragrance is intoxicating

Standing back
I can see now that the vase is perfect as it is
That time has made it only more beautiful
The vine-like pattern highlights its grace
I cannot imagine it being empty again