My Ring Finger

The fingers I see,
Long, pointed and soft,
As a lotus flowers,
Distant memory fades
It graces the face
The fingers once did trace,
As it leaves a churning
Whirl in me

I look beyond my window
Many passers by I see
Who perhaps have yet to do?
Many a chores that await me

The fourth finger
A remembrance of the love
Then so pure
Now in eyes a tear
A quivering sore

The ears continuously ring
As I wash the dishes
Through autumn to spring
The memories of anniversaries
My finger continues to string.
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About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Victorclaude

14 years 6 months ago

I know this scenario. Tried

I know this scenario. Tried four times.

Fiddlesticks to each one.

~V~

loved

14 years 6 months ago

ELIZABETH TAYLOR

Just did it an eighth time
you still have so much more
let me know
the data of the next one
then i'll advise
if u say so

loved

14 years 6 months ago

A fabulous and fat person

will always remain so
so you now also know
how much
i'm worth my weight in cold
sorry ...
I meant gold

mona

14 years 6 months ago

Breakup...............

your poem carried all the imagination of someone realy lost love and pain.
So deep , and very expressive.

wonderful my friend

loved

14 years 6 months ago

Salaams

Salaams
Arabian Nights,
we make up
to break up
and then remake
for a longer take
when we then totally shake
what was our mistake.????
I love your intentions
for you are too Gods,
Allahs creation,s

loved

14 years 6 months ago

My Salaams
Arabian Nights
We make up
To break up
And
Then remake
For a longer take,
When we then totally shake
What was our mistake?
I love your intentions
For you are too God’s,
Ah! Allah’s creations

scribbler

14 years 6 months ago

finger

Fate has thus far denied my having to de-ring my finger . You have captured the pain of any less fortunate in this write...............scribbler