Monday, November 24, 2008

keepsake

I would sew a book
with your words inside. In a fairy tale
it would have been a lock of hair
kept warm against my bare skin, or perhaps
imprisoned in a locket of gold. I once

heard a man tell, if he was cursed
with just an hour of hearing
in all his life

he’d rather spend his hour
in a room in which Horowitz
was playing the piano,
magnificently. So I would sew

a book with your words inside.


Rachel Westfall
November 24, 2008

2 comments:

The Public Eye said...

There isn't much anymore that affects my old cynic's heart, but I have to say I find your poetry moving. Insofar as the written word (as opposed to the spoken word or images) can be beautiful, your poetry is it.

RachelW said...

Thank you; those are valued words coming from an old cynic.