Friday, August 3, 2007

The merest touch of her

Poetry came by again last night
to drop something off.

I spend too much time
without Poetry but don’t

want to be too insistent
in calling her over.

What did she drop off?
A locket I can’t seem to open.

But I’m not worried. It
sits on my desk with

a silvery half-smile
and reminds me of Poetry.

– Leonard Blumfeld

Note

This is my belated contribution to Poetry Thursday's invitation of August 2.

I was working hard on inspiration (see previous entry To squeeze tears out of a rock) and found it in a line read on Poetry Thursday itself:

“Poetry keeps me company and sings me lullabies. Poetry is making moments, little moments, into brushstrokes.”

3 comments:

tumblewords said...

Nicely done! I like the silvery half smile which is locket descriptive!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I enjoyed this, I hope you open the locket one day!

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Thanks for stopping by and commenting, tumblewords and crafty green poet.

Would I even want to open this locket? The silvery half smile with its mystery intact might be a better choice :)