Intrinsically
Wind cups your face like
hands as they’d hold bursting buds,
water made molten
by sun, memories
strung in the creases of palms —
like something precious.
14 thoughts on "Intrinsically"
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I am amazed by your imagery in such simplicity! Love it
Glad you like it!
The movement and flow of this poem is wonderful, especially through the break between the stanzas.
Thank you so much!
memories strung in creases of your palms. Nice imagery.
Thank you!
Yes! I was hoping you’d be back this year!
: )
Nice!
Thanks for reading!
I love the way this ends, by not really ending at all. It’s as if that last line reaches far beyond itself into infinity.
That’s so kind — I’m happy you liked it!
I love the music and imagery of this poem! The line “memories strung in the creases of palms” delights me with its whimsy. Very well done!
Great to hear from you again (and thank you)!