Sunday, September 12, 2010

A Thin Line





















thin lines
I watched you trace the pages,
methodically
following the faded design -
your hands; the thin bones of your wrist, your fingers long, narrow
unlike I remember –

across your face, thin lines draw bookmarks; years written
on thin lines, contrasting the new paint
on a blank wall

I trace the lines with my hand,
retrieving a smile; eyes
simulate recognition – one thin line
connecting a fading past

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2008


Posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United......

17 comments:

  1. a very intimate piece...tracing those thin lines...each one has a story...

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  2. "Years written on thin lines" -- I like that. Aging is not for the faint of heart.

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  3. Ah yes, hands... we all adore them (unless they are our own, LOL). A very well done poem!

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  4. I like "thin lines draw bookmarks"....lovely nostalgic loving poem.

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  5. A beautiful piece of writing!
    Pamela

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  6. this is so very vivid and strong,
    love your image, it tells a beautiful story.

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  7. I like the combination of looking and then touching. Like a child might do to a grandparent and then ask those innocent questions. What? Why?

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  8. a memory written into one's face -- nice connection

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  9. The hands are so expressive but are also an accurate measure of aging. I like the move from hand to face to smile. A sensitively written poem.

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  10. This was so lovely, bkm. A moment shared and beautifully expressed. The details are gorgeous.

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  11. Beautiful and intimate. I miss my Grandma...

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  12. But never forget what is written between the lines- a whole different story...

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  13. I just love this one Bkm!...it is full of beautiful lines! :-)

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  14. leaves much to wonder about the stories those lines tell. Nice job! Enjoyed it.

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  15. I love the lines, those in your poem, and those the poem speaks of,

    Elizabeth

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