in yesterday’s vase
happiness
blooms ephemeral
– Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Happiness
in yesterday’s vase
happiness
blooms ephemeral
– Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Happiness
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So true!
Another new word for me “ephemeral”…
A quote; lasting time?
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Thanks so much, Chris.
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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.
❤️
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Ah, I love how you get me. Thank you, dear Dajena 🙂
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🙂 I do? who, me? hehehe, welcome!
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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 🙂
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Hahahahahahaha – poeta loca!! Love it, Manan. I’m going to be chuckling all day 😀
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Everything is ephemeral, only your words remain, Ryan
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, my friend. Your words are greatly appreciated 🙂
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😀
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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! 🙂
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Such a lovely comment to wake up to. Thank you for your kindness, Belinda 🙂
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You’re always welcome, my friend. 🙂 🙂
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Wonderful, Ryan!
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Thank you, Sarah 🙂
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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 😛
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Haha, sorry about that, Nat! Thank you for the compliment, though 🙂
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My one and only celebrity crush 😉
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Somehow I thought so 😉
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You thought right 😀
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Beautifully Captured!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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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?
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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.
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Wonderful feedback! Thank you for taking the time, my friend 🙂
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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! ❤
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So kind of you, my friend! Thank you 🙂
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You’re so welcome!
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🙂
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Ryan I had a great News! 😉 https://yesterdayafter.com/2016/04/14/3025/
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WooHoo!!! Congratulations, Carolina- wonderful news 😀
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Aww thank you Ryan that’s truly a wonderful happening! 😉
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It’s a well-deserved happening. Thoughtfulness is a circle 🙂
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Thank you and you’re right! 🙂
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Siiiiggghhhhh. You always know how to write them. ;]
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Thanks, Cap’n 😉
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