Sunday Morning After the Carnival…
Thelma remembers
flying beside her husband
on the swing ride,
feeling like a jewel
in the night,
his jewel that she will place
around her neck
before she leaves alone.
Marianne Szlyk recently published her first chapbook, Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven, at Kind of a Hurricane Press: http://barometricpressures.blogspot.com/2014/10/listening-to-electric-cambodia-looking.html. Her poem "Walking Past Mt. Calvary Cemetery in Winter" was nominated for the 2014 Best of the Net. Her poems have appeared in print and online, most recently in Poppy Road Review, bird's thumb, Black Poppy Review, Of/with, Walking is Still Honest, and Literature Today as well as Kind of a Hurricane's anthologies. She edits a poetry blog-zine at http://thesongis.blogspot.com/ and hopes that you will consider submitting a poem there or voting in one of its contests.
Excellent, thanks for sharing Marianne!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peggy. My husband really liked this poem, too.
ReplyDeleteWarm and tender. Very nice work, Marianne. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Marianne, your poem is so tender and sweet, revealing a very intimate and precious thought of a dearly loved one. I can see her touching her necklace in remembrance of him. How beautiful! Sheri
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Maurice and Sheri. :)
ReplyDeletea fine poem, Marianne - more, more!
ReplyDeleteThe meaning is deep deep within these beautiful words. Thank you for your artistry.
ReplyDeleteMarianne, thank you for sharing your wonderful talent in this well written poem. I certainly enjoyed the loving tenderness in the words'
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Thank you very much, ayaz daryl, Elizabeth, and Charlene. "Loving tenderness" is so appropriate.
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