The tiny jewel
catches first light,
its reflective fire
more brilliant than the sun.

Polished to perfection,
it holds the world suspended
in a bubble of beauty--
both captured in
the gossamer setting
of a garden spider's web.

Image Prompt for 10/16/13 at Poetry Plus


Bekkie Sanchez said...

"Polished to perfection, it holds the world suspended" what a great line! Without insulting the author, this is the closest you have come to writing a greeting card. Lmao!

I have not done the prompt yet I hope to today! Have a great Friday it's here!

Letitia Minnick said...

Thanks Bekkie. And... no insult. I have done my fair share of greeting cards. ;)


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