Still To Fluid Life

Drapes surround the sturdy length of vase With width reflecting devious inside, Distorted do arrangements, super stars Become the surging curvatures each side. Tint from shadows smooth botanic length, Like Chinese lanterns mimicking the light, Cerise like tissue papers, give a strength Of subtleties that still-life has, it's slight. Tinplate has become reflective thought It scales a hollow tone to handles long, Transparent mass of fluid has been caught But holds it on the outside. See,your wrong! The fabric pours.., the jug now disappears With ease from which the vertices's succeed, To hold the frame then, Wow! it reappears As if by magic, sown as fabric seed. Where the greenery dispatches life as such, One leaf to lean against the fall it plans At forty five degrees, it isn't much, But holds the painting up with open hands.