In Search of Gold Leaf

Another broken dish.
One more crumpled drawing.
Play things destroyed.
Furniture ruined.
Irreplaceable books,
Irrevocable damage.
The litter left behind on a full life.
Rose petals on Calvarian Road.
Will I join the fools dashing about?
Vainly attempting to hold and save all a fist can?
Or can I gather the pieces of this broken life?
I’ll bundle them in my finest red ribbon
And take them to market.
I hear a Child is there who likes to barter.
Offering gold leaf for souls in need of gilding.



1 thought on “In Search of Gold Leaf

  1. Marla

    What a beautiful poem. Clearly, it wasn’t a picture you were supposed to create…but this poem. Thanks for sharing!


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