Hemingway said that one should write
hard and clear about what hurts
but what if what hurts isn’t that
which stony lays heavy and dark?
what if tend’rest touch and rest
is what hurts deepest, what hurts best?
intimate soft whispers, silk
and lacy heart of cream and crunch
quiet whispers over head
of breeze on branch, what brutal punch
is gentle beauty, soft and blurred
by grateful tears, my precious pearls
slipped down my velvet slick white cheek
I write for all we…blessed meek.