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.

Advertisements

Published by

Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s