I lost a bookmark
such a little thing,
a silver stem so flat
it fits between thin leaves -
a fragile charm sways
from it’s arching crook.
A floral heart and
words inscribed
are seldom seen
so barely noticed
yet
I searched all day
first on my desk, then
through a mess
of paper layers
moved
so recently
making room.
I cleaned and then
I lost
this treasure
just like that,
a talisman so everyday
it fades from view
while still in sight.
I search in haste,
my breath comes fast
like in a losing race
until I spy it
in the standing pens.
I find my quiet place again.
3 comments:
This poem actually made me sad about a lost bookmark! It doesn't have to be all love & war, does it?
Hey Myra,
I like this. I wondered though, because you're talking about a bookmark, if you couldn't use the form to reflect that, and don't have any stanza breaks? Long and narrow form?
i've loved and lost. thanks for the happy ending :)
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