LAMPLIT VASE SEEN AS
STILL-LIFE
They were having (it appeared) none of it.
'Pick out that lamplight and shut the power off.'
The table seemed sad at the news.
The walls, in their own way, reflected such nocturnal
reckonings and dire views as no one ever knew...
before there was a beginning, there was this.
All that was happenstance seemed planned, while
all that was planned seemed merely to happen.
The purple vase with its so-dark flowers.
The red cloth across the table.
A velvet dark of powers and force beyond
the room's control. No one dared enter;
so neither did I.
By staying 'without', external to the scene,
I was not of it, nor part of its slow action.
This did bring a taut reckoning - what happens without?
What happens within? Like a Turkish still-life,
of petals and scent and misgivings grave,
I was sure and serene just by staying apart.
I was truly 'without' - an old man
moving well past his mark.
It was a sad thing but fortunate too -
seeing this lamp-lit vase from another view.
They were having (it appeared) none of it.
'Pick out that lamplight and shut the power off.'
The table seemed sad at the news.
The walls, in their own way, reflected such nocturnal
reckonings and dire views as no one ever knew...
before there was a beginning, there was this.
All that was happenstance seemed planned, while
all that was planned seemed merely to happen.
The purple vase with its so-dark flowers.
The red cloth across the table.
A velvet dark of powers and force beyond
the room's control. No one dared enter;
so neither did I.
By staying 'without', external to the scene,
I was not of it, nor part of its slow action.
This did bring a taut reckoning - what happens without?
What happens within? Like a Turkish still-life,
of petals and scent and misgivings grave,
I was sure and serene just by staying apart.
I was truly 'without' - an old man
moving well past his mark.
It was a sad thing but fortunate too -
seeing this lamp-lit vase from another view.
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