Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Weight


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.

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11 comments:

Roberta said...

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

This is lovely, Minx.

Minx 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!

'soulless' said...

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

Cailleach said...

Lovely work minx!

Jon M said...

Loved the last line! Brill!

leslie said...

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

mutleythedog said...

Its like a huge marble ...

handmaiden 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

john.g. said...

Top words Minx! Loved it.