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Friday, December 31, 2010

Lethargy.

Slow moving
lethargy
sits in bones
like
promise rings
tightly coiled
around fingers
brimming with
youth.
It means nothing
and yet
so much.

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I have a co-worker who wears a promise ring. Her boyfriend of six months gave it to her. She's freshly sixteen.

I was just thinking that to her, that must mean the whole world. It must be so important to her. And yet, it's an empty promise.

9 comments:

  1. 3 emotions of my youth, Happiness, Pain, then Healing. Come to think about it, it still looks the same now.

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  2. One of the self-evident truths as we get older is that the 'important' things become less-so, and vice-versa. Nice follow-up comment to your piece.

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  3. You have a lot of wisdom for seventeen. This poem says a whole lot in a few lines. Love "lethargy sits in bones like promise rings" and "means nothing and yet so much." So well written!!!!!

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  4. like promise ring, your point nicely made friend

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  5. Very nice piece of writing. You have a talent for writing, for someone so young. I mean that as a compliment. Keep writing.

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  6. What a great poem of young love and hope. I hope the promise ring does mean something to him as well as her.

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  7. lovely capture of your subject.

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  8. You write so well and empty promises maybe - but today it means everything and that is all we have(today) and your good writing...bkm

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