Below is the poem entitled An Old Pickle Jar which was written by poet
Muller. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
Read Poems by
A dusty, wooden table, painted a vibrant
red, stands alone in a vacant ole'
farmhouse kitchen. Nearby is a
window sporting many panes of
broken glass, allowing vivid sunlight
to filter throughout this rotting structure.
A large jar adorns this wobbly
legged piece of furniture.
A brown wilted vine drapes itself over
the edge, meeting a dry, splintered wooden
floor, covered of mud, dead grass
and murky colored yellow weeds.
As I canvass this grim place, a vision
of sunniness glinting from old
glasswork fills my mind of what this room
may have once contained. Light, airy
happy memories of a mother's
home baked cookies for her children,
holidays and family gatherings.
Indeed, an empty pickle jar filled
with lustrous sunshine can put a
smile within one's heart.