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
for Magpie Tales
One of your best poems, and it reflects exactly what I feel about tattoos.
ReplyDeleteCautionary verse? Me too! I wouldn't even try henna, well, on the sole of my foot perhaps.....
ReplyDeleteThat's the way I would make mine too. I promised my mother no tattoos and I've kept that promise.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day honey. Big hugs. ♥♥♥
Super poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, excellent poem! Memories also eventually disappear!
ReplyDeleteHa ha, i thiink they call them Henna ....
ReplyDeleteLove this! (And I completely agree. ☺)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully and poetically stated!
ReplyDeleteThe second verse says it all, good one!
ReplyDeleteGreat little poem!
ReplyDeleteGood it's only ink. ~ Nice verses.
ReplyDelete"Transitory." Yes, that may be the best kind of tattoo
ReplyDeleteI wish they had the disappearing kind...you now...just to try out for a few months...
ReplyDeleteI love the mystery in this. Most excellent.
ReplyDeleteWonderful little poem!
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