The Pearl- New Poem

This poem is for my dear friend Zita. You truly are a pearl to me, and I have missed your never ending friendship.

The Pearl

The men in her life she had strung along

like pearls trying to find the clasp

unaware of knots in the thread

save one

one pearl

one pearl that wore away the string altogether.

The shadows of her heart

touched

he had her love

the corners of her mind

occupied

persuaded her intellect

and in the infinity of her soul

caressed

he owned her passion.

The pearls never to be restrung

sat clumped together in the corner of a box

like jealous losers in a beauty pageant

save one

one pearl

one pearl now dangling preciously on a golden pendant.

Copyright 2008 Colette Hope Marks