Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Facets

The things to which we cling
aren’t always made of gold
it’s the memories they bring
that we reverently hold.

Some old and rusty scrap
could be worth a pirate’s hoard
if it rested in the lap
of someone you adored,

a poignant piece of song
or a long forgotten smell
can keep your spirit strong
with a love that won’t dispel.

They’re part of who we are
(like power to a king)
both noble and bizarre
the things to which we cling.

8 comments:

Carrie Burtt said...

This is so true Bob....and beautifully written! :-)

The Lettershaper said...

lovely.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

RCH,
Bob,
You really are a master with words.
I really, really love this poem.

Wonderful to share your skill...
Happy New Year Bob.
Best wishes, Eileen:)

Paul Andrew Russell said...

This is very nice, Bob.

It's all about the people in our lives, not the things.

Great piece of poetry. :-)

Shirley said...

I love this one! The beauty of it is in its simplicity...straight from the heart with no translation required. Beautiful in form and sentiment and so very true.

rch said...

Thanks to you all!!

Felicity said...

Beautiful writting
I love your work, and word useage

rch said...

Thanks a lot Felicity