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the thanks are implicit
by Mainon A Schwartzi spent my childhood in a halcyon shell,
rainbow-ringed and lined with the nacre
of wide-eyed celibacy (no room for corruption
inside a prison of motherlove) but you--
you are the fingerprint smudged
on once-immaculate and gleaming glass,
the one dark blotch that repudiates all
the condemnation of steel wool and bleach--
and everyone has learned you can't
be scrubbed away (so instead of a tombstone
to commemorate your durability, i've hung
a picture frame around your spot on the wall) 11/18/2003 Posted on 11/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/18/03 at 08:07 PM how lovely this is...deep, descriptive words... |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/20/03 at 11:37 AM simply uttered, this has left fingerprints upon my heart |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/21/03 at 03:03 AM i want to quote this entire thing back to you to show just how much this impacted me, but this stanza will have to do. "and everyone has learned you can't
be scrubbed away (so instead of a tombstone
to commemorate your durability, i've hung
a picture frame around your spot on the wall)" my god, my girl, this is so awesome. i had chills. i want to read it again and again and chill it into my brain. my eyes are huge, and fireflies in their own accord. perfection, oh perfectionist. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 11/28/03 at 07:57 PM congratulations on winning november's contest! i absolutely adore this poem. great job! |
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