DKG Fine Arts Gallery
The Sinking Pearl
By Lisa Frissen, NC © firstname.lastname@example.org
What I feel is not expressible with blue slashes
across a narrow white plain;
So how can I justly fence in the universe
with my pen?
I can't put to words feelings that rebel
against the tight harness of the mundane.
Yet my hand falters and yields to the explicit
words of men.
An instrument imputed with life by this
Flies across this page as sure as expert
fingers stroke the strings.
In vain I choose to follow this, a strange
and unknown course
Chasing an elusive pearl that defies its
What can I say when the looking glass is
For in the lighted window of your eyes,
humbled am I at last to see
Your feelings laid bare and open, proudly
Ready to touch, willing to give, laying
them down to accept what is me.
This is the closest we can come to showing without sounds, without words: "I love you."