Aug 6
Sweet Taste of Time
the wings were twisted
delicate and fine as
your silver hair
locked in amber
carefree
untouched by time’s passing
will you decant this for me
chase the meaning of the words
shout the words aloud
oh taste the ambered wonder
feel the trembling timber of trapped wings
while we drink of time’s sweet honey
Pamela Olson, 8/6/08
This poem is a response
to the jigsaw challenge
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This is great! You really made the words your own.
The last stanza is gorgeous.
The picture and words are facinating.
Yes, this is lovely. I really like the phrase “taste the ambered wonder.”
What a lovely way of using these words… I love the way the description of the amber is set within a relationship that we get glimpses of, but never entirely see.
Lovely writing, wonderful imagery.