My beads
Each the same
Lose one
Wear again.
My teeth
Each size
Lose one
Compromise
My eyes
Bold twins
Lose one
Then begins
Quick decay -
One voice
Lose it
No choice
Leaves one
Just will
Lose it
All's
Still.
Linda Hepner
5.25.98
Memorial Day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How many times have poets referred to teeth as pearls, and how refreshing to think of them as beads, strung, broken, restrung and worn again. Love it! Linda