Ceramic Vase — Summary

Jack FrostJuly 28, 2013Sad

I'm sorry my dear love... I just can't choose a decision... I'm not ready to uplift your name... I must let go of our chronicles... But your fragile ceramic skin... Just so plain and so breakable... I can't stand watching you being tormented... Shattering down all the things you enjoy the most... But I'm just not inexplicably ready... Nor sure of my compassionate decisions... There's one thing that's pulling me away... Love it is, but so uncertain, so faded to perceive... I don't want to pick up the shattered pieces I made... Because it's nearly impossible... For me to salvage without getting hurt... It's just so hard to let go... But I have chosen the decision... I will let go, just wait and see... I just hope I'm strong enough to glue it back... But it's impossible to make it look like before... I will do it... Just wait and see... I'm certain I'm buying a new vase... Stronger that'll last and I'll love better...

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Jack Frost's "Ceramic Vase" is a breakup poem told through one extended image: the loved person as a fragile vase. The speaker is torn. They apologize, admit they can't make a decision, and then say they can't bear to watch the person being hurt, as if the relationship keeps breaking things the other person cares about. Yet they also say they don't want to gather the shattered pieces, since doing so would hurt them too.

The repeated lines "just wait and see" sound half like a promise and half like self-persuasion. The speaker says they have chosen to let go, then hopes they're strong enough to glue the vase back, then admits it will never look as it did before. The poem ends on a practical, slightly cold note: buying a new, stronger vase they can love better.

The mood is hesitant and guilty, with a quiet sadness. The trailing ellipses at the end of almost every line make the speaker sound like they're still struggling to say it out loud.

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