Around her wrist
An ornament of silver shines
Its loveliness is not illusion
But a fact
Illuminated like a flower
That turns into a spring of flowers
Whose petals now adorn a magic fire
What incandescent force compels
This lace of silver to entwine your wrist
To purchase the allure of placement
Where it circles over skin and bone
Before its round configuration
Orbits over all our lonely destinations
Ted Goodell
December 30, 2010
Is It Saturday or Sunday 
Especially nice (“nice”–dumb word)delicate and fine. A good way to start the day
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It is interesting for me to read the comment above, because what I get from this poem is that someone has given her the bracelet as a replacement for something…love, friendship… and while she has it and wears it, it is actually a gift that will always remind her of what she doesn’t have.
So, while for one reader it is a good way to start the day…I actually find it quite a sad poem.
Isn’t it interesting how wide and varied a response to your poem. Thank you Ted 🙂
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