Rings I Have Worn Poem by Susan Lacovara

Rings I Have Worn



My Grandmother's diamond
I lost it, worn just days
Upon turning thirteen

My high school, acknowledged
With courage, a rebel devil
In a peridot, green

My brother, he gifted a claddagh
Wishing the hands to my heart, turned within
I brandished a band made of silver
And one of platinum, sliced thin

Two gold circles, once, were my parents
On special occasions, revealed
Pressed rose petals, encased, like a locket
And poison, in onxy, concealed

Collection, conveying a lifetime
Adorning the fingers that pray
There's one ring I've yet to be offered
And often, I dream to display

Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(09/03/14) the symbolism of metal and stone...each has it's story
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 04 September 2014

This is such a resonant symbol you identified - the ring is central to so many of our human experiences and encounters - Your title alone emphasizes how rings follow us through our lives. And the poem shows their importance changes over time as new ones replace old ones. I would not have thought of rings as a subject - that's part of your creativity, to see the larger significance of this adornment. I'm a devotee of Wagner's cycle of operas, THE RING OF THE NIBELUNG, in which a Ring of Power brings out the best and worst in people.

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Gajanan Mishra 03 September 2014

I dream to display, good one, thanks

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