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Fantastically imaginative, using a simple tool and setting in this way. Beautifully rendered, very appealing. We share similar thoughts and ideas, Julie, only you express them so very well! Esther : ]

What an unusual contrast - the beautiful vase, filled with rain to the bursting point, shattered and yet longing. Unusual twist of what we usually picture a beautiful vase, displayed in a musuem somewhere, or in a fancy home. Well done, Julia.

Beautiful and elegaic. Emotions recollected, time out of mind. Warm regards, Sandra

Stunning imagery abounds in this original and creative piece. I particularly liked these lines: 'The wrinkles of my cracks Like fishing nets were spread Entangling shoals of sun.' Warmest wishes, Justine.

This is what they call a valuable poem......... very well written.

Your tone and subject are gorgeously portrayed. What a gem. -Tailor B.

This is the sort of poem that can be read and re-read. It has so many original and beautiful images - 'cracks / Like fishing nets were spread / Entangling shoals of sun...'. I like, too, the intriguing metaphors ('Unable to resist /The water saving me / From immortality) which suggest rather than explain their meaning, and I particularly like the final stanza. Does it refer to how the very old look back on their lives, I wonder? A definite 10 in my book

JULIA.... JUST KEEP THEM FLOWING..... I LIKE THE TEMPO YOU MAINTAIN WHILE WRITING.....10/10.

...reincarnating even through things - alive, as they are through their use by us, the living - and not only through creatures alone. Great elemental thinking! You may read also my poem Why Things Don't Think Of Us, Too, In Return?