You curve and turn like I have done
Yet you have stayed the same
Although now its you and me alone
Lingering memories remain
We stood smiling for the camera’s click
Three people with no fear
You hanged, as now, around my neck
With people gone and dear
You travelled far across the world
And were meant to catch the sea
Instead you grasped to memories
That hold so much for me.
It is not easy to write with feeling about an inanimate object and have us feel it. But this worked. Now I want to do a tribute to a bong I once owned.
It is not easy to write with feeling about an inanimate object and have us feel it. But this worked. Now I want to do a tribute to a bong I once owned.
I have quite a lot of pendants, but one of my maori pendants really mean a lot to me. And I just re-read this poem before writing this reply comment- not to blow my own trumpet (tempted to now put up the related xkcd on that topic…) but it’s not a bad one is it?
You just make words dance.
thanks, I really appreciate that 🙂