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I am not a vase

May 21, 2010
By Rosina PLATINUM, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Rosina PLATINUM, Ann Arbor, Michigan
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You may call me
ugly,
strange,
or wrong,
but do NOT
call me
a vase!

I am not some silly flowerpot,
all dainty and frilly and absolutely
useless.
See my sides,
they bulge toad-green;
my body is shiny, iridescent,
an oil-spot.
Fill me with water,
with blood,
smash me against the bricks
but let me stand squat and strong,
odd and blue and bronze
and do not ridicule me with your stupid posies.

And do not dare to call me a pitcher!
For I
am a swan.
A thousand colors,
smearing, blurring,
over the soft glass
do not choke my graceful throat
with lemonade.

Too, I am no rosewater sprinkler.
I am a rose!
A lily, elegant,
pointed purple petals,
twisting green stem,
blue glass roots, don’t lie for
I am no sprinkler.

A vase, you say? A goblet? Ha!
For I am a noble lady’s fan.
Fine fluted body,
cool and lovely
to shade my lady from the sun’s
bright rays.

The author's comments:
Inspired by a trip to the University of Michigan Museum of Art

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