Monday, August 18, 2008

Sweet Taste of Time



the wings were twisted

delicate and fine as

your silver hair



locked in amber

carefree

untouched by time’s passing



will you decant this for me

chase the meaning of the words

shout the words aloud



oh taste the ambered wonder

feel the trembling timber of trapped wings

while we drink of time’s sweet honey



By Pamela Olson from Amputated Moon

Thanks, Pam, for taking part in the Jigsaw Poem Challenge.

3 comments:

Nathan said...

Wonderful. You have a way with the music of your words as in "timber of trapped wings."

lissa said...

this is so lovely, I love the last part

Wordcrafter said...

This is beautiful.