The Black Mist (a poem)

The black mist rolled around me

And the vase shattered into a million pieces

The flower petals it once held

Orange, red and yellow, they were all scattered around

The pieces are now jagged and sharp

Piercing my skin deeply with every try to collect them

Maybe I’ll make a mosaic of them one day

And hopefully that image is as lovely as the vase used to be

(Photo by Fabien TWB on Unsplash)

3 thoughts on “The Black Mist (a poem)

  1. Terveen Gill October 18, 2021 / 8:42 am

    Yes, pick up and use the pieces. A lovely and hopeful thought. Well written! 🙂

    • Nick Pipitone October 18, 2021 / 1:49 pm

      Thanks, Terveen! This was written by my gf Rachel. She appreciates the comment!

      • Terveen Gill October 19, 2021 / 2:50 am

        Lovely writing! You both make a great ‘writer couple’. Keep going strong. 🙂

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