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Reflections on a Vial

I am full and beautiful thus.
Full, I am purpose attained,
remembered not for what I am,
but by what I contain,
the service I provide.

I will not be discarded.

I am used, half gone now and somber.
Used, I am shaped by the void left behind,
thought of not for what I provide,
but for how little of me remains,
lingering on the coming regret.

I will not last long.

I am empty and bitter of the absence.
Empty, I am fragile with sharp secrets,
avoided not for the squandered potential,
but the risk inherent in things that shatter,
broken even when intact.

I will hold your reflection, still.

Wet Candy

Just light interrupted,
drawing uncrossable borders,
leaving only the essence of me,
punch-drunk and absent definition.

I seek a shape uncorrupted,
shielded from decay by order,
but find no truth I could be,
just light interrupted.

Pursuing new ambitions,
I detail the things I am not,
navigating myself through empty space
drawing uncrossable borders.

Decisions brittle with structure,
see the world pruned,
until most of it has fallen away,
leaving only the essence of me.

Now tasting this form,
unexpected variables emerge;
I am this fleeting sweetness, still
punch-drunk and absent definition.

SS Daniel J Morrell

All that metal was more than steel beams,
born of dreams with sturdier seams,
a name whose history foretold of terrible things,
here too, here too.

A ship built of such namesake
could live eternal on silver wakes
but it’s moniker took no part, long since dead
he had no hand, no hand.

So when the ship was old and brash,
it breached tyrannic waters headlong into a clash,
abandoning the ideals of its progenitor
for shame, for shame.

As if possessed by more than storm,
the ship rose high and like rags was torn,
sending its crew scattered to the cold,
alone together, alone together,

their desperate hearts searched the sea of night,
dancing with terrible fury, they saw absurd lights,
a ship as brazen as they and cried out,
“rescue, we are rescued”

But that ghoul did not slow to greet them as a friend,
rather surged forward with rage against them;
twas the stern of their own ship come to finish the job
drag them down, drag them down.

And so it did, tossing raft to sky
and pulling them into the cold undertow
nameless faces for the fish below;
but Dennis survived, Dennis survived.

Narcissus

Find yourself in the waters reflection
the genuine self in diffused rabble
now a confused amalgamation of light and propagation
spread thin as to be comforted by the prison.

(you cannot leave this place)
the shore impresses on the waves,
as they rail against their shackles
only to split their wrists
and bleed out their intentions.

Might I suggest you just step away
backing out of the commitment slowly
take enough accountability to look yourself in the eye
as you abandon it to the transient and say (goodbye)
leaving it to decay or die
whichever be your predilection.