Saturday, September 20, 2014

Silver Clock




I clean a silver clock
Tarnished with worry,
Things to see to, blunders,
Hurried duties, and find
That distinctive, cool
Brightness under,
Reset its hands.
It happens easily,
Usually at three:
One sees silver hair,
Someone seated
A certain way in a
Chair, alert, ready,
Honest, behind a
Silver tea tray and
One falls in love.

9 comments:

  1. Is this your Norma? She's beautiful, Geo.! A lovely way to capture that moment when one knows love has arrived. Very nice.

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    1. Yes, it is Norma. We are in our 45th year together. The moment never leaves.

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  2. A beautiful tribute to a lovely woman.

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  3. An exquisite choice of words for a beautiful lady.

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  4. Oh wow...such beautiful, heart-felt words...such a beautiful lady...sheer perfection.:)

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  5. Love this Geo ..
    Norma is lovely as is your poem ...

    Heading to Nova Scotia on Tuesday for 2 weeks .
    See you when I get back ...I shall post a poem a few days after my return .

    Take care and be well

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  6. Beautiful verses for a beautiful lady.

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  7. Geo, please tell Norma her eyes look as serene as a little child's.

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