Upon the table in their bowl
in violent disarray
of yellow sprays, green spikes
of leaves, red pointed petals
and curled heads of blue
and white among the litter
of the forks and crumbs and plates
the flowers remain composed.
Coolly their colloquy continues
above the coffee and loud talk
grown frail as vaudeville.
This poem is a reflection of the real world. Upon the table, there are different things, different colors. It seems a small meaningless world, but actually, we are doing put an effort to find a significant meanings in this world. This is a table situation.
On the other hand, there’s a human situation. They are drinking coffees and talking loudly. We don’t know what they are talking about. It looks trivial and frail thing.
This is a momentary situation. We can describe it in one painting.