Light spills out
Over a small frame
The face’s expression
Contains a flood of shame
If one could take out a flask
And pour out the shame and pride
Would one also be able
To cork the light inside?
Bottles, cups, jugs, and vases
Their curved shapes mold liquid emotions
This may be the closest man has ever come
To brewing up cauldrons of truth potions
But when one cannot swallow the truth
When no words can calm from above
Beneath the surface it might be best
To throw away the sea of love
The oscillating ocean waves
Gently caressing the shore
No spray of white foam
Can comfort anymore
Fluffy-clouded by day
Sparkle-dotted by night
The shimmering horizon
Reflects the sky’s every light
The frozen cubes of happiness
Can’t seem to melt any slower
For now, a single bottle of light
Might keep the feeling from sinking lower
But it’s impossible to concoct a golden broth of stars
If only life were as simple as a collection of glass jars.
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Originally Dated: September 11, 2009
Author’s Note: “Glass Jars” is one of my favorite pieces I’ve written to date. I had a lot of fun playing with the concept of bottling up emotions. The contour was discovered through a stroke of serendipity and it added a thrilling challenge while composing this poem.
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