Still life

Bells ring in the distance

as softness reveals, unfolds

the white of eyelet petals

spilling through time untold.

Birds do sing as light reflects

the glistening parts that lay

falling over rounded vase

ethereal fragrance stays.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

once our human lives are stilled by death, the fragrance of our existence lives on in the hearts of those who remember us.

[Botania]

Unique interpretation. Actually written while looking at Pierre Auguste Renoir's Spring Bouquet. Thank you Jacob.