SALISBURY JUNCTIONS POEM 2

The Summer's heat slows us all down. A more relaxed pace is necessary to keep on working away. An iced coffee is a welcome relief to charge even the most reluctant poet. So away we go!

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“The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.” Marcus Tullius Cicero

Edging

There is a wisdom to our tracing,

Our fingers follow what has come before,

Learning how we are from others,

The picture becomes ours.

I see you in the picture,

Our fingers point to each and every one,

Learning who we are from others,

We know our place in life.

Here we have a picture,

We frame it enclosing it to keep,

We do as done before and place it,

On the mantel for all to see.

Edging close to you I wonder,

If our love will pass the test of time,

Our fingers clasped frame it,

So I know that you are mine.

"The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express." Francis Bacon