Monday, January 14, 2008

Treasures

These are the treasures that fill my hands:
a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song.
You’ll find it easy to meet my demands
for these are the treasures that fill my hands,
an hour of love and a walk on the sands
a kiss in the rain. They hardly belong
to me, the treasures that fill my hands:
a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful...if onlys! loved this triolet, thank you.

Rambler said...

"a box of wind, a cup of stars, a song."

beautiful :)

Tumblewords: said...

I'm with rambler - that line is memorable! Nice poem!

aMus said...

nice usage...treasures can be anything, can't it? :)

Prats said...

Like the usage of words and the way you've made it sound simple..

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely, the simple treasures that are all the more precious for hardly belonging to us

Anonymous said...

i really like this poem.

rebecca said...

this is gorgeous...so beautifully, beautifully done. bravo!

Mary Timme said...

Totally beautiful!

Keith's Ramblings said...

Words guaranteed to make us smile

Linda Jacobs said...

Those are the best treasures and you've captured them perfectly with you simple words. This is poetry at its best!

awareness said...

what a gentle beautiful descriptive piece. you have captured the essence of all that is important in our lives

Anonymous said...

Very well put!

little wing writer said...

the most perfect treasure so beautifully spoken...

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Rambler's right. That is the standout line.

Very cool poem!

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Treasures...indeed. Well done. Beautiful

love-bd