“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label rings. Show all posts
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Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Cut Thrice
Three times I have watched
the queen palm trees
on the estate on the hilltop
trimmed into tiny tufts
atop slender reeds
to slight
for jeweled crowns
and I cannot recall
how long I have lived
in this same spot
where rings are added
and removed.
Photo by Dozen monkeii, 'Barcelon Palm Trees' taken 1/2016 in Public Domain.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
A handle on things
Of course her hands would eventually
Change, I accept the adaptation
And know I must let go of the little one.
Trading the paper and the pencil, manual
We labor, we trade and I watch
The same ring on me, though this one
Is rose gold-
And I cannot demagnetize my eyes or
tear them away from her new woman hands.
It is
The way she holds the pencil
The way she hovers over the white page
The way she hopes it will be good
I am confident
She is in good hands.
Painting by Marie Bashkirtseff (1881) in [Public domain, Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Marie Bashkirtseff (1881) in [Public domain, Public domain or CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
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