In the stillness--
sits a jelly jar, alone,
chilled by the cold,
yet warmed once by fingers;
Delicate prints,
waiting silently--
upon its copper top,
seeking recognition;
As my eyes slide from print--
to shapely glass sides,
where her ring left--
a single agate, indentation;
A reminder of her presence,
preserved forever--
in memory's refrigerated bliss...
Author notes
agates
glass bottles
Grandma's ring
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF Contest /Word Prompt by Rowan.
800 points, ended August 18, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a great use of the prompt, hon. I like the end, 'refriderated' caught me by pleasant surprise.
Thanks so much for entering!
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You really did such a wonderful job with those three prompts.. You combinded them so well.. There was a lot of imagery and emotion here.. Thanks much for sharing.. And best of luck in the contest..
Angel
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this is awesome. its amazing how good a poem about a jelly jar can be. your words are impecable, i love it. it flows so nicely. great job!!!
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well done
Flows well. Nice, and subtle imagery. Emotive sentiments.
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