The Jar Above Our Heads (Poem)

[SpaceFlare]

Here's another poem. About life and eventual death.

The Jar Above Our Heads

Each man on earth
Holds a jar above his head.

And in this pot of clay,
The gift of life,
Is tightly sealed within.

But this jar is a heavy burden
Chains called problems,
Weigh down on our shoulders.
Illness makes the road slippery,
Heightening the risk
Of the jar breaking into small shards.

But in the end,
We know we can’t avoid
The imminent doom which hangs above:
We will break the jar
Holding our own life.

 

[Kutie Pie]

I never thought of our lives being held in jars...Beautiful metaphor there. And darn these problems and illnesses! But still, the pain of holding up that jar...*imagines*

ACK! Too heavy for me! Well, nice poem! Can't wait for more!

 

[The Great Butler]

Very nice work. I like its clear, consice style---often poetry goes right over my head, making me miss out on its meaning. But this was just right and it came through loud and clear.

<bakes some apple pie>

 

[Kamex]

Interesting metaphor, a jar being our life. ^^

 

[SpaceFlare]

Nice to see you guys liked it. I'll be writing some more. I need to sharpen my skills on this because I'm aiming for a position (e.g Editor-in-Chief or Associate Editor-in-Chief) in our school literary magazine. Wish me luck!

 

[billy5772]

That was a very refreshingly original portrayal of life. Yeah, that was good. Like a balancing act, huh? That's just a nice metaphor to mull over in your mind. Good work! Hopefully, you'll write more poems!