These Subtle Objects Poem by DM W
These Subtle Objects
These subtle objects,
Crafted by guile and sweet grace,
Lie by my bedside.
They appear to contain a
Marked poetical
Quality and reveal their
Hidden meanings, layer
By layer like rose petals
Slowly unfolding.
I focus on them in the
Silent, sacred hour;
When the strained world is sleeping.
They glow with a kind
Of innocent, yet knowing
Light. They're modern, yet
Ancient, and make sense of pain.
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