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The Lesson
by Trisha De GraciaI watch that slow smile spread across
like honey drips on thick brown bread
and watch the chains that held your hands
and bound your head to heart give way
like glinting steel through buttered sorrow
thick and warm and deadly rich.
Your smile the willing substitute
forgiveness in an instant, sunlight
warm, yet still reproachful
I watch years unfold upon your face
watch aeons be inspired, held
and slowly washed away
the truth of all our sunken words
regretted only once, accepted once
and left, so we move on.
"I should show her this..." I think.
I think.
and I move on. 08/18/2006 Posted on 08/18/2006
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/28/06 at 04:35 PM Nice! The images breathe, baby, they breathe and force us in that new direction. You should be in my poetry class right now, we're doing pieces that revolve around imagery. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 05/17/07 at 04:46 AM i like it. the ending stanzas especially |
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