i could paint you
dainty as lavender
and your cheeks
pearled pink peony
but it wouldn't be a true
snapshot
unfiltered you
is freckled by sun
with hands
deeply-grooved
by changing sea tides
your words steady
as you crochet
bedsheet with scent
of earth
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish. This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FRECKLE. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
Your words remind me of my grandmother, and I wonder if that’s what our grandchildren will think of us. The scent might not be lavender and we might knit instead of crochet, but I have freckles on my hands!
ReplyDeleteI like the thought of being freckled by the sun.
ReplyDeleteI love this Grace. My favorite lines 'with hands deeply- grooved by changing sea tides'- a beautiful analogy.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the tenderness in this, and see your grandmother's hands moving rhythmically.
ReplyDeleteOh i luv the scent of lavender very soothing. And, i still crochet. Did a table cloth a wedding gift this year And i sm a grandma. I clsim this poem in love 😊
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Much❤🕊❤love
I appreciate the genuine love you have for your grandmother shining through your words. You make me think of my grandma.
ReplyDeleteBest to think of our loved ones in unfiltered light indeed. We love them freckles and all. A tender write.
ReplyDeleteTender and poignant. The details tell the story.
ReplyDeleteSimply loverly, Grace...yes, freckles and all!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to your grandmother.
ReplyDeleteso much love in these lines not least "bedsheet with scent
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grandmothers are our roots
This line leaves me a little breathless:
ReplyDelete"unfiltered you
is freckled by sun"
LOVE.
Grandmothers sure hold much wisdom and freckles from the sun indeed.
ReplyDeleteA lovely homage to your grandmother. I have so many memories of mine that I was close to and all of them wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHands are so evocative. My grandmother's were always at work as well.
ReplyDeletevery touching Grace and so well crafted
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace. Unfiltered, our every mark shows.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast of the changing waves and the steady hands.. She encompasses something that would have seemed to be greater, but she exceeds it in her hands. And the fecund sweet scent of Earth! Such a loving portrait Grace
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