Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Appointment with time.


I’m surprised

as my eyelids capture color iridescent

on a crinkled canvas no longer smooth

and the hand holding the shadow brush

is my grandmother’s, not my own.

I was surprised yesterday

and I’ll be surprised tomorrow

for in my heart I’m eighteen

and barefoot in a field of

Queen Anne’s lace.


Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) said...

Oh Julie - This poem is exquisite - thank you for your comments on mine and please repost this poem elsewhere... it deserves a great deal more attention. The sentiments so authentically essentially existentially human. Maybe copy the link and put it in the Poets United Sunday Pantry?

Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) said...

Julie - A gentle suggestion that was made to me a while back... if you turn off your "capture" (if that doesn't make you feel too uncomfortable) you will get more comments - many people are just too annoyed with capture codes to leave a comment. Just passing along some advice given to me long ago...

julia said...

I have no idea what a capture is but I'll look it up! Lol! Thanks for the advice, but especially for your sweet, sweet words of encouragement. :-)