The Moonlit VaseA Poem by Cole Hayley The moonlit vase held
the passions of dead grandmothers Just as the old
bureaus held brooches they once had worn And as the old graves
held bones they once had worn. The moonlit vase held
the passions of dead grandmothers Just as steeple-headed
men circled pleas that we had mourned And as the old graves
held the bones we had mourned. The moonlit vase held
the passion but did not keep the passion in It poured to the
hardwood like old wine once did And it made funny
squares like old windows once did. The moonlit vase held
the passion but did not keep the passion in It spilt into the
kitchen just like the rose’s chopped stem
And it made a split
just like the rose’s chopped stem. © 2014 Cole Hayley |
StatsAuthorCole HayleyMontreal, CanadaAbout25 / Canada I'm back ;) New series: "Name one thing in this photo" 1. Grocery list and a Love letter 2. Went Wrong 3. 24 4. The Pacific Theater 5. A SATA cable frayed 6. One Thing 7. .. more..Writing
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