The Vase

Amidst cluttered books, newspapers, letters
lies grace, elegance.
A vase; perched within chaos,
stolen from the earth’s depths,
carved by delicate, weathered hands,
and resurrected into new life.

Flowers burst through the heart,
though without tender care,
petals wither,
colours fade,
and their generous smiles die,
drooping from within the vase.

Its clay shell gathering soft, grey flecks,
dust covering up glazed shimmers
introduced by the sinking sun.
Thoughts held through its creation
now lost in the surrounding sea of papers.
No longer meaningful,
just pointless decoration.