Peace In Trade Poem by Jason Cain
Peace In Trade
I saw a picture of peace, in a simple kitchen scene, hair in dark ringlets a face of middle age, and eyes as deep as wells.
A humble home, a woman of peasant stock. A glance so dull, yet deep in cost, in this I saw peace in trade a life of cost, for this single scene.
What price those eyes, what price such depth? A simple scene, a lifetime made. One glance and then, it's gone.
Beautifully memorized meaningful and thought provoking impression nicely portrayed through this poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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5/7/2024 10:53:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is beautifully expressed for many reasons, but I'll address the one that strikes me most wholeheartedly. The briefness. Peace. Experienced entirely, but only for a moment. That seems to be the way of it. Peace, in my lifetime at least, had never been a lasting thing; but rather a fleeting feeling that we look back on and appreciate. Wonderful poem. Thanks Jason for sharing
thank you for your encouraging comments Mike