in yesterday’s vase
happiness
blooms ephemeral
– Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Happiness
Advertisements
in yesterday’s vase
happiness
blooms ephemeral
– Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Happiness
by Sam Allen
a curation of thoughts
Oriana Riviera
Writer. Reader. Equestrian. Explorer.
Whimsical & Capricious Chatter
Lost Poetry
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature.
Warrior Voices of Survival
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
"I know we will all be stories someday..."
Accessible. Approachable. Astonishing.
Brewed fresh daily!
For the Love of Poetry
Urban Orchard, Poetry, Philosophy, Food, Diary, Memoir, Photographs by Mary Tang ι§θ¨±ζθ
Playing with words
by Emily Adams Β©
In Ordinary Language
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
The Home of βAll Thingsβ Zoolon
About fantastical places and other stuff
photography, poetry and ponderings of life
Poetry and More
Poets Pub
A Quest For Emotional Insight
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
Papa's Got a Brand New Blog
Watching the Earth. Not here to conquer. Promise!
Welcome to my world.
expressing emotions
Trying to find my way and failing; but loving every second.
Denver, CO
Voyages down under
A journey from city to beach and everything in between.
only slightly surprised
A parallel universe of unspoken thoughts
Writer | Tutor
Shortness of Breadth
I dreamed i could fall asleep.
Tigers not daughters
Let's Dance Among The Stars
a poem each day
Love what you do! Do it well!
Here and now, with all of it.
Just another WordPress.com site
In memory of Grace Alexandra Claire White
No Rules - Just Write
So true!
Another new word for me “ephemeral”…
A quote; lasting time?
chris
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Chris.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love your genius mind my dear friend. Happiness,/life- has a short lease indeed. The metaphor of ourselves being a vase makes the reader right away associate with it flowers gorgeous and scented, but these are the flowers of the past, now they’re dry.
We are finite beings and the frailty of the base, its vulnerability to break -made the lune perfect for me.
What can I say, ‘beautifuk’ indeed.
β€οΈ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, I love how you get me. Thank you, dear Dajena π
LikeLiked by 1 person
π I do? who, me? hehehe, welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ryan gets lune-y
So fine-y
Me feeling crazy
Everyone spring-y
And happy
With Ryan’s tune-y
(Laugh it off, it’s spring π
LikeLiked by 2 people
Hahahahahahaha – poeta loca!! Love it, Manan. I’m going to be chuckling all day π
LikeLike
Everything is ephemeral, only your words remain, Ryan
Beautiful π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, my friend. Your words are greatly appreciated π
LikeLiked by 1 person
π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Immediately the title was captivating! What to say, Ryan, wow! I love the color purple and this has a flower in it, appealing to the senses – your art. It amazes me how many thoughts you evoke with such condensed and powerful writing. Envision a score card, not nine, not ten, without limit, awesome write! π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a lovely comment to wake up to. Thank you for your kindness, Belinda π
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re always welcome, my friend. π π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful, Ryan!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sarah π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ohhh, bittersweet. I think I’d do better reading your gorgeous words in the daytime rather than at night Ryan, they leave
lasting images behind tinged with melancholia, not necessarily sleep inducing π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha, sorry about that, Nat! Thank you for the compliment, though π
LikeLiked by 1 person
LikeLiked by 1 person
My one and only celebrity crush π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Somehow I thought so π
LikeLiked by 1 person
You thought right π
LikeLike
Beautifully Captured!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much π
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this. Makes me wonder what happens when the bloom fades and dies. Does happiness also fade? Or is this a fake flower which is forever blooming? If so does that make happiness a plastic thing?
LikeLike
I love the use of something simple and domestic like a vase to convey the sense of loss. How many times do we look into an empty vase once the flowers are gone? Beautiful poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful feedback! Thank you for taking the time, my friend π
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am sure that the flower doesn’t fade away when he dies because a wonderful soul will remain! This is wonderful Ryan awesomly written! β€
LikeLiked by 1 person
So kind of you, my friend! Thank you π
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re so welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
π
LikeLike
Ryan I had a great News! π https://yesterdayafter.com/2016/04/14/3025/
LikeLiked by 1 person
WooHoo!!! Congratulations, Carolina- wonderful news π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aww thank you Ryan that’s truly a wonderful happening! π
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a well-deserved happening. Thoughtfulness is a circle π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you and you’re right! π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Siiiiggghhhhh. You always know how to write them. ;]
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Cap’n π
LikeLiked by 1 person