I cannot comprehend, <br />Things from an inanimate point of view; <br /> <br />How a vase can become precious, <br />When one forgets the flower... <br /> <br />Or how the potency of suggestion infuses the streets, <br />When flesh becomes like wine, <br />For all the drunkards... <br /> <br />It seems to me, <br />Not many care to understand, <br />The vast pastures, <br />Behind the eyes. <br />The capacity and beauty, <br />Of the heart's allegorical measure, <br />Is forgotten by the crevice speaking, <br />Inbetween the thigh... <br /> <br />Or how about the recommendation, <br />Of the soul's capacity to be like an ocean? <br />Perhaps the most wonderful cure, <br />For all the sad wayward leaves... <br /> <br />Or how about the words of a poet <br />To fill a drunk one's ears? <br />Before they are poisoned <br />By perverse suggestion... <br /> <br />So, you see? <br />You see my friend, <br />I will feed the flower, <br />And forget about the vase... <br /> <br />For I cannot comprehend, <br />Things from an inanimate point of view; <br /> <br />How a vase can become precious... <br />When one forgets the flower.<br /><br />Mimi Mata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-from-an-inanimate-point-of-view-by-mimi-c-mata/
