I sit in the darkest corner of my home, <br />Because that is where poetry has been placed <br />By society. <br />I put every letter of my poetry in a vase, <br />because of the beauty <br />Seen on the outside of both objects, <br />But more importantly, the beauty within. <br /> <br />I wish I could bring poetry <br />out from the dark, <br />So that other people <br />could see her beauty. <br />instead I keep her company, <br />nurture her, and learn from her. <br />no one in the street wants to approach her, <br />because she is a kaleidoscope of words and letters. <br />they say they are too busy for her, <br />and must go to their meetings. <br />How is sitting on a park bench <br />Next to others who are fearful of poetry <br />An actual meeting? <br /> <br />In the dark corner <br />of a New York apartment, <br />A vase fell from a glass table, and shattered. <br />the shatter was not heard <br />because of the bustling city below. <br /> <br />An apology to poetry <br />Will not satisfy what is broken and lost. <br /> The vase may be broken, but it is not lost. <br />It is supported by the few strong floors <br />Of the building below. <br />So it is with poetry. <br />She may be broken from the grip of society, <br />But she is not lost. <br />She is supported by the strong shoulders <br />Of those who love her. <br /> <br />I hope that poetry can continue to be brought <br />Out of the dark <br />And into the dawn of understanding. <br />With time, the light will grow, <br />As hours pass <br />and more people come out of their homes <br />To enjoy the growing light.<br /><br />Preston Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadowed-vase/
