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The ends of her bracelet dangle From her wrist – a delicate Brown wrought in native fiber. One end has come undone, Splaying many clumps And looking even more Rugged than usual. It would fit her well To wear it only when her Sleeves are short enough For it to show, but winter Is neverending, summer Slow in surmounting its place. It’s good enough that the Big smiling sun – etched on Synthetic wood – on the Bracelet peeks out at the World once in a while. |
The first several stanzas are very descriptive and definitely bring that 'perspective' element to the table. My favorite stanza was the last though... It’s good enough that the Big smiling sun – etched on Synthetic wood – on the Bracelet peeks out at the World once in a while. This is where you brought both your observations and your odd insight together and easily established a deeper meaning...that didn't seem forced either. I really like this poem...it's syntactical structure and use of imagery make this one of my favorites in your recent "quick" series :D <( ![]() Love - Olah | Posted on 2008-02-21 00:00:00 | by Olah89 | [ Reply to This ] | |