"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:

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

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

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  3. 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. ♥♥♥

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  4. Beautiful, excellent poem! Memories also eventually disappear!

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

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  6. Love this! (And I completely agree. ☺)

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  7. Beautifully and poetically stated!

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  8. The second verse says it all, good one!

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  9. Good it's only ink. ~ Nice verses.

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

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

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  12. I love the mystery in this. Most excellent.

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  13. Wonderful little poem!

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