by candykidAshburn, Virginia, USA
Jun 2014 2,491 Views 47 comments
Black Marbles
There are several visible evidences of your true beauty...
Some are invisible, some are half-seen...
Maybe I'm fixated on all the wrong things...
Regardless, I regard you as my Supreme Queen...
What a blessing it is to have the ability to see...
Through sparkling black marbles made just for me...
For they are the windows into your sweet soul...
A place of pure comfort....a space you control...
As a child, I loved to play with glass spheres...
I've never grown-up....I still have my fears...
Your eyes, they have hurt me, I shed forth my tears...
I'm still just a child after all of these years....
Some are invisible, some are half-seen...
Maybe I'm fixated on all the wrong things...
Regardless, I regard you as my Supreme Queen...
What a blessing it is to have the ability to see...
Through sparkling black marbles made just for me...
For they are the windows into your sweet soul...
A place of pure comfort....a space you control...
As a child, I loved to play with glass spheres...
I've never grown-up....I still have my fears...
Your eyes, they have hurt me, I shed forth my tears...
I'm still just a child after all of these years....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2014
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Comments (47)
A place of pure comfort, a space you control...
Great stuff Christian !
Mick.
Ken
I wish I was a child again.
Lovely flow to this one Candykid.
beautiful poem. It was well written!
symbolism is quite interesting.
Cafe
Hi CK
Aren't we all? Superb rhyming throughout which makes this my kind of poetry - but more than that, a compelling narrative which draws the reader in. A great write.
Kindest regards
Bill
Once again, superb
flow and rhyme!
The marbles took
me back to when
I was child wondering
where the term
"Black-Balled" came from
Hence it was the Masons,
they used white and black
glass marbles when it came
to voting new members
Too many Black marbles, you
were out.
Great Poem!
~SAS~
I'm still just a child after all of these years....
Dear Christian,
Your poetry never disappoints, you are a first class poet. I just love this poem.
marbles, toys in the sand, and the magic of
youth. Such is the kingdom of heaven.
Cafe
marbles, toys in the sand, and the magic of
youth. Such is the kingdom of heaven.
Cafe
Kathy
Yet the game was, to a many a different ending.
First in the hole.
A spectrum deep in side the glass.
Pinging ones to swift away from the winning target.
Also
Colours, one made their mind up what was the best.
That jangle was good.
Black marbles was rare, yet you would have to play like others for.
I liked the blue ones.
In the pouch next to my knuckle bones.