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About This Poem
Glenn Miller Songs
A yellow moon, through window glass
like time itself, curls in to see
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs, which, one by one
are miracles, that gleam of love
I hold the pearls within my palm
and think of old Glenn Miller songs
My mother danced so long ago
and wore them like another skin
A grain of sand, then pearl becomes
A part of her, .... and now a part of me
So fragile, weak the thread is bare
as if the sun might gaze too long
a tarried glaze, the string would fray
and pearls would fall and roll away
Perhaps such things meant to be
Each miracle, has just a while
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone
I'll put away the pearls for now
so moon can own the night again
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Inspired by Craig Cornish's contest: A Pearl 3/9/13
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE
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