For you, untitled

I give you this poem,
simple as an egg
speckled and still warm.

Feel it in the cup
of your palm, how it rolls
over your lifeline

And settles, light
but palpable, a thin shell
around a small world.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to For you, untitled

  1. Mikels Skele says:

    Your poems continue to amaze me.

  2. Léa says:

    So eloquent! I could feel it as if the hand it was in were my own. Well done.

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