Glass Bangles
Jingles and jangles
On my arms
With its circle
Reminders of life
In its glassy circle
Fragile yet strong
Breakable yet wondrous
Impermanent yet enticing
Beckoning me to
behold,
hold,
My heart sold.
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6 comments:
Beads, baubles, and bangles. Is that how it goes? Your poem is delightful! I want to rummage through a notions department.
lets go shopping for some
sure...it is an uplifting experience to see rows and rows of glass bangles of all different colours.
Yes, beads, baubles and bangles...sometimes old jewlery that you know has a history. Thank you Virginia :).
you and me need to go shopping together, boy would we have fun! those turquoise ones are my favorites...a very happy entry...love the metaphor ;)
I enjoyed your poem Rashmi.
What a joy the colours and designs of your glass Bangles are to me.
Beautifully penned.
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