I used to collect marbles.
Not ever knowing how to use them.
Merely observing their appearance.
That is,
until i came across
the perfect marble.
A beautiful masterpiece,
compacted into a 1/4 inch sphere.
She dazzles in the light she was created.
And dances along the warped floor panels.
Oh marble,
why did i not notice you before,
hidden like a diamond in the rough,
a smile in a sea of faces?
An answer i will not find,
but an answer i have recieved--
to let this marble roll out of my hand,
and to find her again and again...
shalom.
4 comments:
i like your poems.
hey Ry
been awhile. hows it going?
ash
I sent mail to the 14th address.I hope you get it. Watch for it. Just something small that might help. Do you want to come home for Thanksgiving? Forever? Just let me know okay? Love you Ry xoxo
You are truly beautiful. I hope you realize how wonderful you are. I don't expect you to be strong or "Put on a front". You are perfect just the way you are. I have never seen anything but beauty inside of you. I pray for you all the time. Even when I am sleeping. :) Please be good to yourself....if you can't be good to yourself...then just pretend it is me :) I Love You
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