Tuesday, March 18, 2008


A weighty weight
of polished sand,
sits upon
my thoughtful hand.
The light refracts,
slips and slides
distorting bubbles
deep inside.
No fairy liquid,
or snowfall shakes,
just a coloured sphere
that paper waits.



Roberta said...

...and imagine. It's not poetry Thursday yet!

This is lovely, Minx.

Unknown said...

Thanks, Roberta, just letting you know I'm still alive.

Roberta said...

Glad to know you are still alive. :)

Writing and alive. Is that not a little death?

Get back to work!

S.L. Corsua said...

The play of light can be hypnotic. ;) Glad to see a new poem up. Cheers.

Unknown said...

Lovely work minx!

Jon M said...

Loved the last line! Brill!

Anonymous said...

I can hear you giggling to yourself over that last line. Stop having all that fun!

Anonymous said...

Its like a huge marble ...

Anonymous said...

Coming from someone [me] who is not literary, that was very pretty & gave me pause to ponder the weight of the universe in my hand.

Debi said...

Lovely. Good to know the creative juices are flowing. xxx

Unknown said...

Top words Minx! Loved it.