WABI-SABI
WABI-SABI
The vase lay broken on the floor
Pieces scattered, whole no more
Collected, to try and make again
Yet its beauty may forever wane
Glue and gold wire used to repair
Never to be perfect as I’m aware
Yet still is worthy of my attention
And ongoing healing intervention
Cracks now mended, yet still seen
A sad reflection of what it’s been
No longer stood in pride of place
Almost ashamed to show its face
A hint of the beauty gone before
One missing piece is its tiny flaw
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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