I watched you when you weren’t looking
Yet when given the opportunity, I
Couldn’t turn away.
While you winnowed truth from pain,
Brushed the velvet petal’s nap
Sifted and put up for winter, I was
Watching you
Nose to nose as a child.
A speck on the vast landscape of years
Braid down your back,
Cataloging all the stars,
Did you ask for more time
while I was checking my watch?
Turning the teacup over to look at the bottom
Instead of the tea leaves inside--
Porcelain so pure from worlds away.
I caught your faint silk smile of knowing
You would not change.
Lively thoughts circle your neck
Yet when given the opportunity, I
Couldn’t turn away.
While you winnowed truth from pain,
Brushed the velvet petal’s nap
Sifted and put up for winter, I was
Watching you
Nose to nose as a child.
A speck on the vast landscape of years
Braid down your back,
Cataloging all the stars,
Did you ask for more time
while I was checking my watch?
Turning the teacup over to look at the bottom
Instead of the tea leaves inside--
Porcelain so pure from worlds away.
I caught your faint silk smile of knowing
You would not change.
Lively thoughts circle your neck
Clasped by timeworn reckonings.
Your soul’s decorations: deep vision, peace,
Beauty with parity and merriment.
I am watching still.
I cannot turn away.
Your soul’s decorations: deep vision, peace,
Beauty with parity and merriment.
I am watching still.
I cannot turn away.
My thoughts on Sunday Scribbling's prompt this week 'my style' illustrated by John William Waterhouse's Spring (The Flower Picker), circa 1900.
13 comments:
This was SO Pretty!!! Happy weekend sweetie!!hughugs
The faint silk smile is such a beautiful phrase. I think you perfectly caught that feeling of watching someone you love. Hope you're enjoying a wonderful autumn weekend!
This is a lovely poem Noni, it puts me in mind of watching my Auntie Marion as a child, or hoping that some child might have been watching me the same way.
Beautifully poetic! I saw my daughter in your words!
lovely, lovely lines. :)
This poem touched me in ways you can't even imagine, but then, knowing what I know of you...you probably can.
I am weeping through the smiles.
My Grandmother, Grace, she's the one I watched with such intensity, also me dear da.
Thank you.
Nice post.
Come visit anytime,
Troy and Martha
PS: Alaska Sunday, Hope, AK is posted.
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Lovely poem and, I adore Waterhouse's work--always romantic and beautiful females.
Thank you :)
"Turning the teacup over to look at the bottom/ instead of the tea leaves inside", "cataloging all the stars". I, too, am watching still. This heart-breakingly beautiful poetry.
XXX Phyllis
what an intimately beautiful verse....
Love your thoughts! Made me think of my mother and grandmother. Beautiful!
That was a beautiful poem. BJ
What a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
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