Aurore Severo Poet I do not know?

Broken Vase

Broken Vase


The flea market
Vibrant and full of trinkets
Meandering and browsing
Dreaming and wandering
Wishing I was with my man

There it was all alone in a stall
A vase with love imprinted on the side
So pretty, I could not resist
So content with my purchase
Off I went with my sunshine smile

I set the vase on my dining table
Beside the unopened mail
As I reached for a letter
The vase tumbled and shattered
All over the floor
Love was broken, existing no more

I opened the letter
With no return address
Dear Aurore, I am so sorry
I have found someone else
I left the key under the mat
The letter fell to the floor
And that was that

Shattered glass and love exists no more

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John Fleming July 22, 2017 at 6:05 PM Hhmm...the poor old sod must have had fading eyesight as well as being a remarkably bad decision maker. Where on earth would he manage to find someone prettier than you? Ah well no doubt he will live to regret it - Nicely espoused, Aurore! Best regards. :) john

Eileen Manassian March 20, 2017 at 5:02 PM This is so well written, Aurore...it just tugs at the heart so strongly. I hope it is only fictitious. Thank you for your comment on my poem about my daughter. It touched my heart.

Paul Callus March 11, 2017 at 3:09 AM A metaphorical broken vase stands in for broken love; it must have been too much to deal with...a double painful blow! Apart from the sad content, the poem itself is lovely. ~ Pleased to see you posting again, Aurore...a pleasant surprise:) Regards // paul

Richard Lamoureux March 9, 2017 at 9:33 PM He sounds like a scoundrel unworthy of a woman's love. This piece is well expressed, I hope it is not autobiographical.

Agnes Krampe March 9, 2017 at 7:09 AM I like your metaphor, Aurore.

Tim Smith March 9, 2017 at 1:35 AM Amazing Aurore

Deborah Burch March 9, 2017 at 12:40 AM Aurore! This is very captivating! conveying premonitory events...allusion...and metaphor. Well done my new friend. Big Hugggs. deb Deborah Burch March 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM Form: free verse

Charlie Smith March 8, 2017 at 11:59 PM Such a sad ending Aurore, hope it was fiction but I did enjoy your write, well done...

James Marshall Goff March 8, 2017 at 11:52 PM Aurore....lyrical, builds with joy...then heartache, vivid emotion artfully displayed...your gift to us here at soup joins others, myself included, who freely express their hearts in poetry...art...makes no distinction whether or who the art is based on