Tina Cartwright

Eternal - Poem by Tina Cartwright

The arched cane bookshelf
stands by the peach rose
cutting shapes of simple beauty
in the corner of my
pale-green room

The wind rattles
Hisses through
the chimney

The sun dreams
through shapes
Rectangles of books,
Curved plummet of chair legs
Reach of guitar neck
Vast, flat wall

One heavy volume
Lies on the cane bookshelf
Gilt, black and red spine label
‘Diccionario de la Lengua Española.’

Within is the lacy thread
of old woven truth
Within is pure wonder

Pure beauty
A million stories
of change
and influence,
Dusted with death
Glowing with life

The salt sting
of a word now made bland
Each page a cover
To lay over the hills
and walk upon
Day by day,
with crinkling steps

Each entry a thousand
sturdy thoughts
Smoky possibilities winding
out the window
resting upon
the silver-glass surface
of the ocean below.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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