Image provided by Tess Kincaid
Permanent ink ?
To wake up and think...
That's what I got
for that last little drink!
Make mine transitory
Disappearing over time
To be just a memory.
Thanks to Tess Kincaid
for Magpie Tales
One of your best poems, and it reflects exactly what I feel about tattoos.ReplyDelete
Cautionary verse? Me too! I wouldn't even try henna, well, on the sole of my foot perhaps.....ReplyDelete
That's the way I would make mine too. I promised my mother no tattoos and I've kept that promise.ReplyDelete
Have a fabulous day honey. Big hugs. ♥♥♥
Beautiful, excellent poem! Memories also eventually disappear!ReplyDelete
Ha ha, i thiink they call them Henna ....ReplyDelete
Love this! (And I completely agree. ☺)ReplyDelete
Beautifully and poetically stated!ReplyDelete
The second verse says it all, good one!ReplyDelete
Great little poem!ReplyDelete
Good it's only ink. ~ Nice verses.ReplyDelete
"Transitory." Yes, that may be the best kind of tattooReplyDelete
I wish they had the disappearing kind...you now...just to try out for a few months...ReplyDelete
I love the mystery in this. Most excellent.ReplyDelete
Wonderful little poem!ReplyDelete