There's a green vase,
with detailed rivulets,
and a blooming top;
like inviting fingers,
Come, Come to me.
**
I packed it full of color,
Vibrancy, wisteria, joy, hope, feathers,
and all my dreams;
my soul in shimmering glass,
set to shine on a shelf.
Light flitted and twittered through it,
above it, below it-
All Around It.
**
My dazzling green vase,
dotted with darling Daises-
I love you <3
It overflowed, overwhelmed-
knocked to the ground.
**
There was no light way down there;
no shine, no dazzle...
On the carpet, it looked
Dim, Dark, Depressed.
It's amazing how quickly things change.
How that vase soon changed into a box-
A Hard, Closed, Hidden, box.
Away, away from me.
**
"Oh, that vase?
With the chipped daises and faded color?
Sure you can have it.
3 dollars and 99 cents, please.Thank you,
And Good Day."
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I love the different devices used in this piece.
"dotted with darling Daises-" The alliteration here is very eye catching, I see a lot of instances of alliteration here, but this one is my favorite.
"Vibrancy, wisteria, joy, hope, feathers," The word choice here is very interesting, but it definitely encompasses a good feeling. I think the choice was purposeful, love that you used wisteria, it's one of my favorite flowers.
I love how the vase was described with such detail and reverence at the beginning, and by the end with dismissal. The personification of it at first, and by the end, it is just a vase.
tytytytytyyy, I'm glad you picked up on those things lol
I love this poem. At the end of it I really could feel like maybe it was meant to show how quickly people toss items once they get bored of them. This poem is absolutely fantastic. Normally I would be able to give a little bit of helpful advice but this is already perfect, so instead I'm going to point out the good things. One is that your a really unique writer the way this was written is so unique and in the beginning few stanzas it was almost like telling the vases feelings overtime are the p.o.v of the vase (not literly of course) but like in a symbol way, you could tell that the vase was used to being all loved and adored and then wasn't. The way it was written with the stanzas, all kind of going into each other but having a unique way of using adjectives in the sentences. The poem didn't rhyme but it suprisingly flowed, which can be normal for some poems that don't rhyme but like it flows, in a different way. The sentences don't all flow together but when you reading the poem it pleases your mind so your not even noticing theres no rhyme cause it just kind of goes together like a really descriptive story poem and its just really special. I really like your writing and poems like this one are very rare so I would definently continue writing poems in this way. Thankyou so much I hope to read and review more from you soon:)
Wow tysm, that means a lot to me, and im glad u liked it
this really made my day lol <3