An Empty Vase
No one seems to see me
as if I’m a vitreous vase
standing empty
upon a table
before a picture window
of transpicuous glass
bright sunlight
shining through the white
diaphanous curtain
like the sheer gossamer
shroud of a silent ghost
passing through the crystal
of which I am constructed
rendering me nearly
invisible as if I don't exist
as if I have no substance
my presence overlooked
waiting patiently
for someone to bring me
a bountiful bouquet
so I may fulfill my purpose
casting no shadow
on the solid oak floor
as I would if I
were full of flowers
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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