December 4, 2012
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December 3rd edition of A-Poem-a-Day
Here is my poem from December 3 for my personal poem-a-day for this last month of 2012. The writing prompt was courtesy of Cynthia Dougherty, a talented actress and knock-’em-sock-’em powerhouse vocalist that I have had the pleasure of working with in Pittsburgh. She gave me the word “epitome” and here is what I came up with.
Epitome
There are moments
so exquisite, so precious,
they are locked away
in the quietude of a heart,
tucked secretly
into the dark corners,
folded like expensive silk
to be kept for good,
and those fleeting minutes
continue on like burning coals
long after the fading fire of the night
Comments (2)
something of this reminds me of my mother. Having passed, I recently spent quite a bit of time cleaning and seperating her things. I came to know her in ways which I had never known her. To find an article that one could tell held deep and ardent passion, care fully folded, and tucked lovingly away. Thank you for shining a light on somehing I had not quite settled, and helping me see it in its correct liight and place.
@Blue_Moon1 - thank you so much for sharing that, I am so happy that the poem touched some part of you. As a writer that is the best you can hope for. You brought a joyful tear to my eye.