Traces

Laces and traces

of beautiful places

and lovely people.

Beloved on the point

of an icy needle. 

Fragile fabric where

we pour our souls,

into a bowl that’s

really a sift for

surrender to

the need for

saying

good bye. 

Reviews

[Nona]

I am delightfully sliding down from the top of ignorance to the bottom of deep wisdom when I read this poem! it flows amazingly smoothly and penetrates into my soul so gently! great!

[Oblivion]

Thank you Nona. Orange you going to put a picture up?

[Holly Mason]

picture matches the words...lovely
thank you for sharing

[Oblivion]

Thank you Holly. :)

[emmajoy]

Beautiful picture, beautiful words .. a mix of metaphors here, perhaps how the poet's thoughts are juggling emotions. Unless my interpretation is wrong.

Not sure about the comma after 'soul's'. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Oblivion]

Thank you Emma, isn't life often all mixed up with all it's paradoxes and disappointments. Make me enjoy quiet places with those that matter.