Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Object Of Desire

It meant nothing much to me. A bauble, a bagatelle something I got for free and thought maybe I could sell for a dollar or three. But when you saw what was in my hand, your eyes went wide in stunned surprise! And my jackdaw acquisitiveness died. "Take it," I mumbled, not wanting to be thought too easy. All of my breezy confidence crumbled and left me graceless and uneasy. I'll never know what it meant to you. This knick-knack, this flea-mart desiree. This much I know is true: Your heart was on my fingertips that day to crush-- or give away.

17 comments:

RomanceWriter said...

The last line is gorgeous. I really enjoy reading your work whenever I get to stop by here.

Rob Kistner said...

"Your heart was on my fingertips that day
to crush-- or give away"

Just wonderful imagery, and very touching.

Anonymous said...

love it
reminded me of a gift i was given last week - an odd 'bead' from a friend - which now holds a special place in my heart -more than any store brought gift could give

Jo said...

This is a truly amazing piece. I loved every single word, they were all so right.

Unknown said...

One man's trash is another man's treasure.
It's all material!
xo
Blue

sister AE said...

"left me graceless and uneasy"

and so at odds with the grace of this poem. It is touching and beautiful.

paris parfait said...

The last line is brilliant!

Tumblewords: said...

Incredible! Your words tell a story that tugs at the heart, opens the eye. Lovely.

Deb said...

I like the way you illustrate generosity here.

Pauline said...

such perfect pacing - each word doing its work.

Anonymous said...

I feel the same way about that last line - pretty amazing. It's a thoughtful poem - I really enjoyed reading it.

Annie Jeffries said...

I love the rhythm, the pace you set here. You never missed a "beat".

Anonymous said...

Outstanding.
I've known that feeling too - something that meant nothing meant to anyone else meant so much to me.
Thanks for sharing

Anonymous said...

Well this is as good as it gets! A delightful poem.

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent

anthonynorth said...

Good poem, and great last line.

little wing writer said...

oh my, that is a keeper... a treasure of a find... love is that easy sometimes...