The Little Jug

by PerditusMarch 25, 2021March 24, 2021

Once a fond treasure

now a pile of bits

The Little Jug

has seen the blitz

With a little magic

it is fused into one

ready for juice

and an iced bun

8 Comments

Michele Lee on March 25, 2021 at 1:34 am
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Your poem reminded me of, Kintsugi, the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery. 💖

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1. Perditus on March 25, 2021 at 7:22 am
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  Oh wow, I’ve never heard of that. I’ll look it up 😊
  
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  1. Michele Lee on March 25, 2021 at 4:43 pm
    
    It is a beautiful tradition and message. 💖
    
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  2. Perditus on March 25, 2021 at 5:30 pm
    
    I’ll definitely have a look! 😊
    
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paolsoren on March 25, 2021 at 9:52 am
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Is that for real? It looks too perfect!!

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1. Perditus on March 25, 2021 at 9:56 am
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  That’s an un-bashed one! 😊
  
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  1. paolsoren on March 25, 2021 at 9:57 am
    
    Thought as much, but the poem was neat.
    
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  2. Perditus on March 25, 2021 at 9:59 am
    
    Thank you! 😊
    
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