A flower blossomed

How can one mend an unbroken vase 
a vessel, a structure seemlessly intact 
blooming flowers of bright and light 
yet drained amongst the colours of the day 

Must one mold a form so unique 
it’s origin unknown and  so pleasurably discreet 
that blossoms burst in an organza of awe 
and rays dance joyfully on daylight’s window sill 

Or should it be a nocturnal urn, hidden 
to save the garnet hues and pale opulent orbs 
mummified in moonlit radiance, celestial submersion 
never seeking solace of solar disposition 

Dalliances of petals, perturbation of stars 
swirling in mass, coupling,interlaced  
what matter the resonance, the blemished  
base, matter it not that one endeavours in a beautiful truth? 

This poem can also be found on http://www.poetry.com/poems/48827

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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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