by Jim Benz
every night for weeks
you labored over white silk
as your belly grew
now, twenty two years later
your face still wears the same smile
Author's Note: included as part of a Dance/Spokenword/Music performance at Bloomington Art Center
Posted on 04/18/2006
Copyright © 2020 Jim Benz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/18/06 at 02:17 AM|
Holy smokes, Jim...this is quite the keeper, alright. Congrats on the words, and the years!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/18/06 at 02:19 AM|
Such a loving observation marrying past and present.
|Posted by Peter Humphreys on 04/18/06 at 07:38 AM|
This is a love song as beautiful as white silk. Thank you, Jim.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/18/06 at 11:08 AM|
Short, but sweet. This says so much in so few wirds. Lovely!
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/18/06 at 03:43 PM|
Oh how pure silk of love, Jim! How beautiful these few and simple words...you are poetry.
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/21/06 at 04:51 PM|
A beautiful tribute to a companion.
|Posted by Rula Shin on 04/21/06 at 04:59 PM|
And though words lack the depth of this meaningful relationship, here you have done it justice through them. Beautiful.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/07/07 at 01:27 PM|
Amazingly simple, yet so profound!