Still Life
Still life
A beautiful gardenia
in a glistening cut glass vase
Captured of a time before
when the light was perfect,
the fragrance sweet and the petals
soft as vanilla pudding ~ still life
Our love was that of dreams,
picture perfect
Captured in a photograph,
placed in a heart shaped
ornate silver frame
displayed proudly on the mantle ~ still love
Days pass and petals lie
scattered on the floor
in random patterns
wilted and curled, pale and drab,
a brown stem in stagnant water,
the vase stained, glistening no more ~ no life
Months later, shards of glass lie,
scattered on the floor
an empty broken frame rests
face down in the ashes
of the photo, torn to shreds
and burned ~ no love
6/29/17
For the “Broken” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
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