Sunday, January 6, 2013

Magpie Tales 150: Patina Was Her Name




patina 


some call it patina. 
I thought it was her 
name.  she calls it poor
and I say rustic, bars
and all.

but rustic won't 
protect us from 
the rain or wind; 

nor will seams
between wooden
planks; 

or cracks
in the door, 
beneath rigid lace, 
translucent as it is
lonely. 

"don't step on 
rusty nails," you 
warn, 

"they, too, 
have patina."

Image by Daniel Murtagh
Shared by Tess Kincaid.



Poem ©2013 R. Burnett Baker 

14 comments:

  1. Ah, but he seeks the wind and embraces the cold all for her patina. :)

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  2. Interesting direction, beautifully written.

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  3. Patina is one of my favorite words ... love this poem!

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  4. Nice one, Rick. I'm a lover of patina -- but in its place...

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  5. Beautiful write - love your words, love patina.

    Anna :o]

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  6. Lovely- and I too, must beware of those rusty nails as well!

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  7. More than skin deep, I'd say, proceed with caution. Don't be fooled by the patina!

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  8. WAtch out...as if it's going to make a difference. Ouch! Nice.

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  9. A warning beautifully spoken Rick! :-)

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