Grace Poem
For Bloemday's lovely remix
Grace is the ageless,
the unchanging,
delicate true beauty
not shaken by the passing clouds
not muddied by the petty
little problems
she is seen on paper
then
inside a delicate blown bubble
through rainbowed windows
The optical illusiions
of oil water
she floats
not aimlessly,
but effortlessly
soft as a willow’s whisper
solid as an old oak’s root
Grace is the ageless,
the unchanging,
delicate true beauty
not shaken by the passing clouds
not muddied by the petty
little problems
she is seen on paper
then
inside a delicate blown bubble
through rainbowed windows
The optical illusiions
of oil water
she floats
not aimlessly,
but effortlessly
soft as a willow’s whisper
solid as an old oak’s root
