there are blessings,
though they are wrapped
in sandpaper—
perhaps by now
your fingerprints
are nearly erased
perhaps you’ve noticed
how this
is the gift
October 21, 2015 by Rosemerry
there are blessings,
though they are wrapped
in sandpaper—
perhaps by now
your fingerprints
are nearly erased
perhaps you’ve noticed
how this
is the gift
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged loneliness, poem, poetry, separate self | 3 Comments
How profound. A lovely read!
Thank you for the nice feedback! It was the guts of a much longer narrative poem … the narrative, i suppose, was erased, as this little poem suggested.
The sandpaper was my favorite metaphor, and I can imagine from your comment above how the longer poem “was erased.” Two poems for the price of one!