The jar

looking at this jar
from every possible angle
wanting the inside out
and holding it upside down

without comprehending
how the lid is locked
how to open it:
that’s me and life

After the image of a jar I saw on facebook🙂

Comments on: "The jar" (8)

  1. Hugs ❤️ xx

  2. A beauty. The jar as metaphor, I hear you Ina… jarringly familiar to me… I would smash it on a beach rock. The pieces, in time, would be worn smooth and collectable by the ocean’s caress. The contents, if any, I would accept into my collection of treasured detritus…

  3. A jar you cannot open…a good metaphor for life…..and now I have a silly language riddle for you: When is a door not a door? ( answer: when it’s ajar…..)🙂

  4. Reminds me of a Wallace Stevens poem…thanks.

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