Bondage


A Shadorma (3-5-3-3-7-5), offered up for this week’s P/SU Weekly Scribble, where Rosemary asks us to indulge ourselves in a bit of realism, capturing something as it is in such a way that the reader sees something bigger.

—————[|||]—————

rings-312341_960_720

Bondage

She was gone.
He still wore the ring.
Gold. Golden.
But better.
Even after all these years
more than just a ring.

—————[||]————–
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribble #89
~ Keeping It Real  ~
———[||]———

poets and storytell

7 thoughts on “Bondage

  1. I was thinking she had died. But tgen i am interpreting lines 5 and 6 to mean . Whereever she is she is still wearing her ring.

    Nice one

    Much💖love

  2. What a beautiful poem, Ron. It leaves us with the question did she die or just leave…but no matter, we’re left with what the ring means to him, and that’s the touching realism of the poem.

  3. I lost my first wedding ring in the lake. It didn’t bother me, I took it as an omen assuring me that our love was lost. I verified this, though I don’t tell the details.
    ..

  4. Ron, I have one of those rings. I slip on every now and then, sit and reflect on those years, get up and return the ring to its rightful place. (Saving the diamonds for my Granddaughter.)

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 )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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 )

Connecting to %s