Three sisters
Or friends perhaps
Lovingly etched
In the glass.
Ice like cool to touch
Like the soul
Illuminated from within.
I dwell on the faces
Staring like death
Not moving
Not wavering in their frozen expression.
Who were muses
To inspire the piece
What thoughts lived in their minds as they sat
Posing as they became immortal,
Locked into the art forever,
A cool block smooth
Resting on a restaurant shelf
Gazing at those that dine
On elegant meats and deserts,
What do they hear
With glass ears
As champagne is sipped
Words of love
Or words of goodbye
Or the silence of those
Who know each other so well
The quiet a blessing
From a hurried world
To sit and pretend
Opulent surroundings
A get away
From the mortal day to day.


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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