-- Tracings --

John Herlihy

Tracings found everywhere

In the beginning of things.

The tracings of your smile

Linger, soothing me a while.

The tracings of your frown

Make me feel as falling down.

Tracings of looming despair

Draw me into silent prayer.

The tracings of your rope

A thin line leading to hope.

Tracings in a gentle wind

Our thoughts softly tinged.

Tracings of a child’s fantasy

Arouses my sense of mystery.

Tracings in the artist’s mind

While I only seeing as if blind.

Shadow tracings on the wall

As magic theater to enthrall.

Tracings of melodious notes

Into my tender heart floats.

Frost tracings as a fine lace,

Winter wonder in living grace.

A poem with tracings fine

Brush-stroked letters mine.

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(c) John Herlihy 10 July 2020