It’s not patience
that makes the cup
hold the tea, it’s
simple practicality.
Not love that makes
bowl hold ripened fruit.
But it is patience
that holds the phone
and says I miss you.
It’s love that doesn’t
hold at all.
Posts Tagged ‘holding’
Holding Patterns
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged holding, love, poem, poetry on April 18, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Three Transpositions
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged holding, letting go, poem, poetry on February 21, 2016| 1 Comment »
is it one small child
or the whole world
I cradle
*
this longing
to bring you a small bouquet
of possibilities
*
my limbs a clef,
I circle the changing
song of you
