The Necklace

Open link night at dVerse tonight. You can submit any one poem of your choice. Come join us. Bjorn is tending the pub all the way over in Sweden!  He has a special guest today – Sean Michael – a prisoner in the California penal system who frequently posts on dVerse.  Open Link Night #178 – Saving Grace

The Necklace

After you left I kept thinking you would return.
And because you so loved the small beauties
and the simple things, I kept the memories.
I wanted to embed them in molten glass
and string them on a fine gold chain
that you could wear under your clothes
close to your heart,
to pull the chain up and look at those simple things
and see them through my eyes that saw them without you:
the way the mist lay close to the ground
in the late autumn,
or the sound of birds the morning of the first snow.
The tiny new kittens boneless and blind
opening their pink mouths and silently hissing.
The last string of geese flying south
in the apricot dawn,
the velvet eyes of the young heifer in my friend’s barn
and the warm smell of the animals and hay,
the first tiny pink cherry blossom opening slowly
in the cold of early spring
or the ever spreading ripples in the koi pond
made by slow rain.
you never returned.
and the necklace of memories sleeps
in a small wooden box
never touched by your hand or seen by your eyes.

46 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bryan Ens
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 14:39:35

    I love this string of memories…very much like a necklace, but oh that ache of being hidden away in a box. Beautiful write!

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 15:19:21

    The image of the necklace as memories is so touching… though it felt a bit sad that it’s put inside a box and not worn.

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  3. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 15:28:00

    Such a wonderful and poignant string of memories here.. ❤️ Your talent and flair for imagery never ceases to amaze me ❤️ Sigh.. I adore this part:

    the first tiny pink cherry blossom opening slowly
    in the cold of early spring or the ever spreading ripples in
    the koi pond made by slow rain.

    Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. Morgan
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 15:42:14

    A lovely collection of musings and emotions 🙂

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  5. kim881
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 15:45:05

    Beautiful imagery here, Toni, all strung in a beautiful necklace of a poem. I especially love the lines:
    ‘the way the mist lay close to the ground
    in the late autumn,
    or the sound of birds the morning of the first snow’
    and
    ‘The last string of geese flying south
    in the apricot dawn.
    Such a peaceful poem, with a tinge of sadness.

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  6. Shawna
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 16:33:00

    This is STUNNING. I want to read this a dozen times tonight.

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  7. poetrydiary
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 16:57:08

    I liked the apricot dawn.

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  8. Glenn Buttkus
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 18:51:52

    This is a strong & personal write–pure creative poetry–a necklace of memories, indeed. You bent us to your will as you bathed us in this stunning, yet tranquil, creativity. I liked the line /the overspreading ripples in the koi pond/made by slow rain/.

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  9. Grace
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 20:13:29

    I love the details of the necklace of memories Toni!

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  10. Arcadia Maria
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 21:47:38

    Loved this idea of memories being linked together as a necklace. So many lines captured my imagination in this poem. Two of my favorites:
    “…I kept the memories./I wanted to embed them in molten glass/and string them on a fine gold chain/that you could wear under your clothes/close to your heart”

    “and the necklace of memories sleeps/in a small wooden box/never touched by your hand or seen by your eyes.”

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  11. Nan Mykel
    Aug 25, 2016 @ 23:27:37

    So exquisitely rich and sad.

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  12. ladynyo
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 06:13:22

    Beautiful, beautiful….and sad. You had me at ‘boneless kittens hissing’.
    Memories not claimed…..sigh.

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  13. lillian
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 06:17:22

    a necklace of memories — and such beautiful imagery. This is stunning. It’s true, isn’t it? Most of us have memories tucked away — in a small box, in the leaves of a book, in our heart. Beautiful written, as always. A lovely way to begin my day, reading your words here. Tipping my first morning cup to you, my friend!

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  14. ayala zarfjian (@ayalazarfjian)
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 06:55:59

    Beautiful and poignant string of memories .

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  15. Misky
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 07:23:35

    I love stringing thoughts and memories together like this, and you’ve done it so well, Toni.

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  16. Shawna
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 09:28:27

    This is so complete — not a word misused or out of place — that I can’t even pick a favorite phrase. This is exceptional poetry.

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  17. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
    Aug 26, 2016 @ 13:19:39

    and the necklace of memories sleeps
    in a small wooden box
    never touched by your hand

    One feels for the warmth of companionship which is missing for some reasons but still hoped for. Like this ending as there is no finality but there is hope hope which is good ending!

    Hank

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  18. sreeja
    Aug 27, 2016 @ 09:59:55

    Absolutely loved this…such a flowing beautiful poem…

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  19. Imelda
    Aug 27, 2016 @ 20:46:30

    I feel the sadness and the regret (if it be the right word). I can hear the quiet voice speaking, see the beauty she sees, the hope that she nurtured, and the disappointment. Well done.

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  20. Barry D.
    Aug 28, 2016 @ 00:15:28

    Such quiet melancholy and hope and then ultimately melancholy again strung together… this is exquisite and sad.

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  21. freyathewriter
    Aug 28, 2016 @ 02:40:38

    This is absolutely wonderful. Such melancholy and such imagery… the lines

    ‘I wanted to embed them in molten glass
    and string them on a fine gold chain
    that you could wear under your clothes
    close to your heart’

    are so beautiful. I’m not generally effusive in my comments, but in this case it’s because I can’t find the words.

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  22. Sean Michael
    Sep 13, 2016 @ 17:08:06

    This is a nice poem. Memories are always a good for providing subject matter. I wrote one once called “Memories in a Box.”

    Reply

  23. moorezart
    Oct 30, 2016 @ 07:53:08

    Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

    Reply

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