pinkGLASSbeads

Yes it's about you.

on silver strands

the length of this necklace

draped over the fullness of my breast

lavalier sans pendant

Miriam Haskell slash femme rose

some square

some like crystal

some quietly encasing memories

sweet

candy cotton-like

reflections of times gone

  

the bead I twirl when pensive

the tiny round one

inside of it 

small fondant like fleurs

white blue yellow petals

swirled with green attempts of vines

and the little girl in me

wants those flowers to be

free from the enclosure

of the airless sphere

a panic sets in momentarily

then I think of pink

youth

           CHEEKS 

                         blush

and I remember you again

and where you are

and where you may someday be

twisting these thoughts

between my ring finger and thumb

 

I choose pink for reasons

silent

       unshared

                   intimate

                               real 

pinkGLASSbeads

this infinite loop of introspection

and it is so very appropriate

that it rests near my heart

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

With considered words, dramatically but gently laid, you have converted the inanimate into something both magical and utterly meaningful. There are special this and that hinted at that do indeed have a voice that whispers to its owner. Doesn't always happens, but.. it does and you have proved it, DanieElle

[Marc]

Someday I wish to write half as well as you.
I like the flow, the imagery, and use of the reader's imagination.
Makes my heart beat deep and my mind fuzzy.