Shapes


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting ~ Robert Frost
 
 

Nursing vanilla-caffeine infusion,
soft frost melting against the aga,
I watch them
 

sibling seed heads,
happily bent in solicitude
for their task.
 

In paper intricacies
patient adolescent soothes
her fervent perfectionism –
 

it doesn’t matter if you make mistakes sweetheart,
++++++++++++++++++++that’s what makes each one unique
 

As dusk gnaws at the
frayed edges of the day
I dance a solitary waltz
 

beneath
lacy snowflakes
strung from cobwebbed beams,
 

glistering
in the fractals
of their beautiful mistakes.
 
 

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1 Comment

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One response to “Shapes

  1. I’m right there with you Julie… such a familiar and heart-warming scene. You have framed it with your usual fine selection of words that sing and evoke a memory..and the attachments that go along with it. Beautiful. Leaving with a warm aga glow… 🙂

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