red twigs
red twigs
in a bronze vase
on the table
near a candle
where you touched me
that night
one sweet stroke
from your hand
as useless, and right
as red twigs
by candlelight
in a bronze vase
on the table
near a candle
where you touched me
that night
one sweet stroke
from your hand
as useless, and right
as red twigs
by candlelight
posted by Yes at 9:15 AM
12 Comments:
Absolutely!! As "useless" as all the things that put a sparkle in our eyes!!
I love that you didn't break that second to last stanza into two lines, even though the rhythm of it parallels all the other stanzas. It emphasizes that key thought. It's a lovely poem.
But tell me you don't really have daffodils already before Valentine's Day!?
yes, gives me a picture that may soothe my scorn, next time, perhaps..
Thank you!
pat--absolutely--
just like you!
mb--thank you, thank you--
and I KNEW you were going to ask about the daffs--
so I have to admit--
they are from last year--but a preview of coming attractions--
sumuze--I hope this soothes your winter blues--
spring will come soon!
I am kind of picturing it. Works so well for me.
gautami--glad it comes to life for you--thanks!
To put a sparkle in a pretty lady's eyes is a good thing , I think.
Thank you, Pat--you would know!
I like it and can "see" it. How colors change in the twilight and can become both less but in a way more vivid at the same time...
p-- the more I think about it, the more I see what you're saying...
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... so very good! this is vintage firebird!
tenderly evocative!
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