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a keepsake thing
by Marina Dawni.
When the sun catches against
a sliver of water. I will become
precious and pure.
A bird
cut from glass--sweet
and hard--
a keepsake thing.
ii.
I know that what is illuminated
lives everywhere, swimming
deep in us until it is forgotten.
That universal terror:
to become so embedded in the other body
as a flaw
hidden in the skin, in the nerves.
Where I wait for you--
carved from sand--
on this shelf, in this cave.
Wait for your fingers to move over
my face like water
over a stone. Until
my features become eroded,
truthless.
iii.
I make my place in the curve of your palm--
some tender memory.
I am a narrow shadow in that room of mirrors. 07/06/2005 Posted on 07/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Marina Dawn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/10/05 at 06:43 AM Simply Beautiful.... |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 07/10/05 at 06:53 AM I had to come back and make it one of my favorites..it got stuck on me.......... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/26/05 at 05:45 AM Excellent Marina....Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/03/06 at 01:46 AM While this may seem esoteric to some, it resonates with me like an artifact of time. Melancholy in one hand, irony in the other.
Congratulation on becoming The Poet Of The Day, Marina. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/09/07 at 12:48 AM A kaleidoscope of imagery. Particularly like iii. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/26/08 at 08:08 PM that first stanza is to die for! great poem, marina. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/31/10 at 01:24 PM this registers as something musical and sharp, like a chisel to carve on my face the necessary features to see and to smell and to taste the marvel and the beauty in this ode. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 07/25/10 at 01:59 AM wow. i am so very glad i read this. marvellous stuff. :) |
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