As I sweep into my hand
from the table’s edge,
the small sacrifices
you left for me,
I think about the saints
and their reliquaries.
Bits of bone
and dusty splinters,
locked away in glass cases,
kneeling in prayer.
under the dark heavens,
I release from my palm
the fragments of you
as the slender fingernail moon
rises brightly in the East.
So beautiful, Kathleen… and so meaningful to set those remnants free
Thanks, Sarah. I so appreciate your kind words – K
So many different and meaningful bits and pieces in this. I enjoyed it.
So happy you did -thanks for dropping by! K
Sweet. I want to know more about the sacrifices left.
I would love to know what you think that means – thanks – K
This is stunning. I absolutely love it. Thank you.
Patti, I am overwhelmed – thanks so much! k
releasing the fragments…so powerful…really love the images you use… and the pic is wonderful as well
Thanks Claudia. I always appreciate your opinion. K
The comparison of one in love to the saints, who are the embodiment of selfless love, is an effective metaphorical design. Nicely done. Your diction is lovely and loving. Very nice write.
What a wonderful comment – I so appreciate it. K
Love the final image.
Thanks, Laurie, So glad you liked it. K
Letting go is so so powerful. Nicely done.
Thanks so much. K
Simply beautiful !
So happy you liked it! K
Love this unique metaphor and the image of the moon/sacrifice.
Thank you, Victoria.
smiles….we all have these little sacrifices and treasures…reminders of people and where we have come from….love the fingernail of the moon…cool way to describe it…and in relation to the bits of bone adds a bit of personal magic…
Thanks as always, Brian. I so appreciate your comments! K
Just wonderful language…reads so very easily a loud. And I LOVE the moon finish. Beautiful work this evening, Poet!
Thank you , Tash – I am so happy you liked it. K
Dear Kathleen, What a moving and brilliant poem. Love, Ellen
Oh my goodness, Ellen, thank you so much! K