THE RINGA Poem by Betty HermeleeMarriage?
The ring flips and spins glistening like a lightning bolt as it tumbles to the floor the wedding band touches down silently on a colorful handmade Indian rug blending with gold woven threads it lays in luxury with hope that nay a soul shall roughshod over it
This ring has a lengthy melancholic narrative of an arranged marriage gone awry ten years and two children all down hearten while the household persists with clamminess, darkness, and afflictions which are bequeathed from parent to child dim lights, dull food, drab belongings wife labors a smile
One eve alone she gazes at her ring sullen face In hindsight for hours She chooses to yank it off And there it lays On a handmade woven rug with threads of gold Notions of hope in her eyes
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22 Reviews Added on March 6, 2024 Last Updated on March 6, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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