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Ode to the Vase (A Satire and Irony)
An ode to the vase
Handywork emptiness
A vessel that is hollow
Adorned and bejeweled
Reflecting shiny outside
Gleaming and glimmering
Timely crafting
Many hearty details and etchings
Its earthen shape
Origins in dust
Worth less than water
Filling nothing
To hold up the surface
Weak and frail framework
Inside its spaced reinforcement
A self-sustaining void
Outside sitting placed down
Purposely on the vanity
Dimensions cube
On the plane, In the room, in a village
Now forgotten in a moment
Its balancing close to the edge
With wind comes gushing through
Toppling it over tumbling
A crashing and pieces dash
Laying scattered on the ground
Never to be put back together
Once made from pride and glory
Piercing dried shards
Broom sweeping
Casting away disintegrated
A matter never again
Handywork emptiness
A vessel that is hollow
Adorned and bejeweled
Reflecting shiny outside
Gleaming and glimmering
Timely crafting
Many hearty details and etchings
Its earthen shape
Origins in dust
Worth less than water
Filling nothing
To hold up the surface
Weak and frail framework
Inside its spaced reinforcement
A self-sustaining void
Outside sitting placed down
Purposely on the vanity
Dimensions cube
On the plane, In the room, in a village
Now forgotten in a moment
Its balancing close to the edge
With wind comes gushing through
Toppling it over tumbling
A crashing and pieces dash
Laying scattered on the ground
Never to be put back together
Once made from pride and glory
Piercing dried shards
Broom sweeping
Casting away disintegrated
A matter never again
Published 26th Apr 2024
| Edited 3rd Sep 2024
Author's Note
This is mainly about selfish nature and pride, and where it will get you. Exaltation of self, and/or the works of hands, is really just an empty promise. We're here for a short time, we die, 200 years from then, we're forgotten, and that's just the way it is. I guess some people find that as an excuse to get wrapped up in vanity, but it really is an empty pursuit, and that's what I was going for here. This is just a different angle of emotion, an attempt to capture the frustration of people not knowing anything about truth or purpose. The irony and satire are that the celebration of life really is null and void. The "beauty" of the vase is temporary, and so is human life. No matter what wealth you put into it, or how hard of work, or time spent, it still comes to an end, over time.
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26th Apr 2024 8:48pm
Great work. Life and all it's trials & tribulations described through the life of a vase. Well done
26th Apr 2024 8:53pm
Yeah, this is definitely reflection of life. The metaphors are really "dense" with meaning, if you consider the contexts, but you get the gist of it.
29th Apr 2024 7:30am
This is a very interesting take on the matter C, I was thinking of the vases that are passed along, the ones that even have their own histories, like fe ming vases. Sometimes these items were almost worshipped. In a way this piece is written in such a way that its almost like the script of an act or a film.The words dimension cube somehow seemed to add a certain pause to the piece, almost like a part\act one and part\act two. A fine crafted piece!
29th Apr 2024 5:43pm
Yeah, the dimension part sort of interjects the "change in the plot", if you will. Thanks for reading and checking it out. Your consideration and commentary are respected.
