So teach us to number our days.
Psalm 90: 12

A gift of a vase. Fingers once dipped in blue, making smears around a well- formed smiling sun. This vase was given by the friends we played tennis with each Sunday for years and went skiing with. A pleasant reminder.
New miniature daffidols/ narcissus peering out through legs of mint stalks still with their tenacious flower bearers dry and intact.

Two thoughts on broken:
Trust is like a vase once broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be the same again.
Walter Ingles Anderson
A more positive second one. This was written by Derek Walcott.
Break a vase , and the love that reassembled the fragments is stronger than that which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
Here is a poem he wrote in 1930
The Fist
The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little , and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman. this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
Plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
Derek Walcott 1930-2017 Saint Lucian poet,playwright and professor. He received the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature.



Here is something about the life of Derek Walcott.
Mother- a teacher, loved the arts and often recited poetry around the house .
Father – a civil servant and talented painter.
Derek’ s father died when he was a year old. He had a twin brother, the playwright Roderick Walcott, and a sister Pamela Walcott. Their mother was a Methodist and taught at their Methodist school. She encouraged her children to develop their talents. As a young man, Walcott trained as a painter mentored by Harold Simmons, and he greatly admired Cezanne and Giorgione.
His paintings were exhibited in Anita Shapolsley Gallery New York 2007 the name of the exhibition was ” The writer’s Brush: Paintings and Drawings by Writers.” Press on Walcott to read more about him.

Thank you for looking at this post. It travelled well, and I met an inspirational poet who I hope you experienced, too.
Sandy 🙂
Sweet arrangement and vase, and I most definitely like the 2nd more positive poem!
Thank you! The second is a helpful one. Glad you liked it.
It’s true for me. Once trust is broken, I’m careful from then on. I’ve been hurt too many times.
I am sorry but it is important to go with care.