Sequel to cracked glass mug
Some details I should share
now look at the color of that tea
Imagine it spilling from the fatal wound in the beautiful glass
All over my counter.
I cried because the image made me sad. I was so looking forward
To drinking from that mug
My former beloved, deceased maybe six years from cancer
Loved cobalt glass
And it reminded me of her
Sitting in a gallery somewhere
Appreciating and explaining
With humor and with patience
How to see beauty
I never needed much help there
Triple libra me
And she was the most beautiful id ever seen.
I miss her
And I don’t want to lose her altogether
There was much more in that mug than just tea
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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Comments (2)
I canceled my socials so I cut down my political carbon footprint. It’s making me crazy. But I wanted the original poem and this, its sequel , to read sort of like an old fashioned Facebook status update.
Brilliant work.