remarrying

I buffed my nails
so worn from setting it all right
poured a glass of significant vintage

I held a globe in one hand
thumb touching you
your picture flipped open

closed my eyes
opened my heart
breathed deeply


I slid a diamond ring on my left hand
the year of mourning is up
the old rings recast reforged

those were for memory
this one for the future

no words spoken
no vows or promises
but a diamond truth

I own myself
to have and to hold
live a full life

free to share or not to
wind roads rising
some doors closing

stars sparkle cooking dinner
time without end




Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-12-05 at 12:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is absolutely wonderful, Katarina. It is an amazing expression of mature contentment.
2016-12-07


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I find this compelling. Thank you for the insight.
2016-12-06