Other Races Won | Christine Emmert
I failed to break the ribbon.
Panting and falling into alien arms.
What was won before
suddenly lost.
Fallen angels know the pain of earth
when they tried to outrun
the storms.
dealing with loss poems
The Vase | TribhuNath
The vase of glass
Eventually could have broken
Anytime.
It’s OK, if it broke now and here!
It’s OK, if it couldn’t be
Put together and saved,
As Flowers so loved
Would still be there.
Pointed, sharp and deadly
Pieces of glass would surely splinter
It wouldn’t, however,
Shade the alluring vibrance
It wouldn’t even
Dent the charming fragrance,
Of the flowers withstood to dare!