I sometimes wonder if I first have to have a pearl in my self before I can see it in others. The other day I was watching people walking out of the supermarket - in their ordinariness (that might be described by someone as frumpy or haggard or just plain old). I wondered what wonders they have inside... who they love and who loves them... I smiled to myself and - for that moment anyway - thanked God for humanity - mine and others. Thanks for this lovely thoughtful poem, Alison. Thanks for being beautiful you.

Your images are always so expressive. "Thighs that once knew The sculpted sketch Of finer art," - love this, and that very astute ending.

ali, a comfy-blanket or life-lived in essence...wish i were you in eventfulness, yet as that thing called time goes on and it is relentless, your words shake a lotta blah, blah, [caught meself going off poetically to impress you because you impress me.] wished i'd written it.

Okay am I the only one that sees the direct correlation to the film titanic? Rose had one true love who for a moment lost himself in the art of her beauty. Perhaps that moment exists, only time will tell. Nice write Ali.

Excellent imagery,a ship once sailed in finer seas may sail solo now but a pearl is still a pearl and it does not lose its lustre regardless of the land in which it dwells. smh

God, ali. That last verse. Wow! It will stay with me forever.