POETRY: A Vase that is Lacking…

A Vase that is Lacking…

I see the swirling black smoke consuming my vision,

While my soul and heart undergo a painful transition,

All walls now destroyed, vulnerable for the taking,

Happiness so close but a heart is left aching.

 

A cat chasing a mouse, who cannot yet love,

A soft hand protected by a lathery glove,

Potential stayed storming in a secret compartment,

Two eyes locked under a powerful enchantment.

 

Tables turning with chairs creaking and cracking,

The bird of love screeches, a vase that is lacking,

Flowers left with no nutrients to thrive and survive,

Two souls could have been one with both hearts alive.

 

A gleaming line was tied on one side then the other,

Until one side breaks to protect and take cover,

The tied side quivers, shakes, extends outwards,

But time has twisted these knights into cowards.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ I focused greatly on my use of imagery and metaphors to drive the narrative of this poem. Thoughts?