"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Magpie Tales #213 Make Mine Transitory

Image provided by Tess Kincaid


Ink

Permanent ink ?
To wake up and think...
That's what I got 
for that last little drink!

Make mine transitory
Slightly incendiary
Disappearing over time
To be just a memory. 
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Thanks to Tess Kincaid

16 comments:

Stephen Hayes said...

One of your best poems, and it reflects exactly what I feel about tattoos.

Helena said...

Cautionary verse? Me too! I wouldn't even try henna, well, on the sole of my foot perhaps.....

Sandee said...

That's the way I would make mine too. I promised my mother no tattoos and I've kept that promise.

Have a fabulous day honey. Big hugs. ♥♥♥

Celia said...

Super poem!

Leovi said...

Beautiful, excellent poem! Memories also eventually disappear!

Kutamun said...

Ha ha, i thiink they call them Henna ....

Dana said...

Love this! (And I completely agree. ☺)

messymimi said...

Beautifully and poetically stated!

Cait O'Connor said...

The second verse says it all, good one!

Frances Garrood said...

I really like this!

Belva Rae Staples said...

Great little poem!

humbird said...

Good it's only ink. ~ Nice verses.

Berowne said...

"Transitory." Yes, that may be the best kind of tattoo

Tess Kincaid said...

I wish they had the disappearing kind...you now...just to try out for a few months...

Lydia said...

I love the mystery in this. Most excellent.

Katherine said...

Wonderful little poem!