Tuesday, May 06, 2008

fresh old lace ~ SPC

How is it possible to feel so fragile, while inside the
roaring lion is ready to pounce, this will always
remain a mystery to me. To wear lace in those
paling shades of pink and white, only to be colored
in red on the inside. Oh, to peel back the layers in a
constant motion revealing each moment the
material faded over and over. I can feel the twist
when the rag is wrung tight and the color runs
swiftly back into the ground. I would rather be
that bright dye that will travel, than be the
colorless cloth that remains. Forever I will forge
contentment as the lace with its delicate holes
and designs. Fresh and clean, wispy and worn soft,
treasured and saved, used and past down
time and time again.


Blogger pink sky said...

lion and lace, beauty and grace :)

5:59 AM  
Blogger Wanda said...

Breathtakingly beautiful, my dear sweet poet!

Do you feel my arms around you this morning? I loving you big time.

All my love,
Wanda Mom

5:59 AM  
Blogger Abra said...

You have a wonderful way with words. You paint a picture with them that just makes them come alive for the reader. Thank you for that

10:18 AM  
Blogger Mary Timme said...


1:08 PM  
Blogger Michelle O'Neil said...

Beautiful imagery Darlene.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Eileen W. said...

Ahh, this is so eloquently put- (((hugs))).

5:53 AM  
Blogger sweet expressions said...

beautiful words

big ((((hugs))))

8:33 AM  
Blogger Rob said...

Thats beautiful. I can relate in ways to your words. Thanks for stopping by and the encouragement you drop my way. I loved your poem.

10:54 AM  

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