We spin in
gold and frank,
incensed words; mirth.
of phrase, ink-stained
paper hearts, the wrappings
and trappings of pain
We fashion our
-selves in tissue-thin jars,
the scars that come in silver
moon slivers and song.
These are our gifts,
Written for dVerse.
Love this “alternative facts” on the gift of the magi. So very well done….I don’t know how you do those word splits and parentheses so well. I’ve tried it and it just looks muddled. You are a master at this approach! 🙂 The last stanza nails it. Wonderfully writ – as always.
This is absolutely stunning, De!❤️ Especially love; “Ribbons of phrase, ink-stained paper hearts, the wrappings and trappings of pain and passion.”❤️
Perfect gifts from the Magi De ~ Love the spin of words and worship ~
We were just discussing the virtues of biblical oils today. Frankincense, lavender and myrrh. I’m gonna get them all;)
It’s very abstract, yet very descriptive; like a tapestry unraveling. “Spin in Frank Incense”
I love the frank line break… but I also love how you worked with contrasts..
from mirth to war and whim…obviously as time changes….
I just can’t stop smiling at your trademark wordplay, which never ceases to surprise and delight, De! I love ‘frank,/ incensed words’ and the way ‘mirth’ progresses to ‘Myth’ – merging religion and legend. I also love the ‘Ribbons of phrase’ – great for tying up presents to poets!
Gorgeous word play!
A beautiful ribbon of words and rhyme, I love how you do this De 💖 xxx
Your line breaks fascinate me … and the frankincense opening … ah, now that’s genius!
“ink-stained paper hearts”, “tissue-thin jars”. So so so good. Thanks for giving the world, such a beautiful piece of poetry, on this day
Wow, this I love. You are amazing poetry writer. I like the play on words in the beginning but despite what could be bad is “mirth.” However it seems this relationship is not so easy despite the ribbons and love notes given. Perhaps what makes them thin is putting up with each other, glass not so thin b/c it us silver despite the “slivers.” Yet still I sense these keepsake love notes etc are important because love is as war and these notes or items are
Ike ceasefires for a short time. Wonderful imagery 🙂
I love the idea of a magi sea. 🙂 And that guy named Frank. Also being frank. Not so much a frankfurter. (Or frank farter. [Sorry; it had to be said.])
“We spin in” … I’m picturing this happening in the sea, in some sort of magical nanny style. Or like in A Wrinkle in Time, Mrs. Who, Mrs. Which, Mrs. Whatsit … that sort of thing. They’re tessering.
I LOVE “myth ribbons.”
“We fashion our
-selves in tissue-thin jars”
I’m definitely thinking this is about that book, with the wise ladies talking to the children about all they bring.
I love the rhythm of this poem. ❤
I like the ending putting together words that one does not expect to see going together: war, whim and worship.
I love the word Magi–though don’t use it much. This is a superb poem–fun yet clearly a message of fellowship. Like Lillian, I have tried your style, but found my self poetically stammering; you are the master of this form.
“…the scars that come in silver
moon slivers and song…”. Lovely!
Wow! I especially love the first stanza.
a tiMe tHeRe
was/IS A giFt..
left thE LIGht
And Love died
iN Constantine Towers..
monoLithic erection of Son God
Statue per Constantine of course oN STiLL
Human clothed History Herstory oF Love..:)
Ribbons of phrase, ink-stained paper hearts…love the word play and line breaks. Your talent amazes me.
wow. the breaks and the pauses and the way you let the words flow. amazing. in awe of that last stanza.
An wonderful poem, so delightful to read!
I loved how you wrapped the idea with all those words perfectly put…!