doted daughter
grows from wrinkled hands –
mother of pearl
Linked to Carpe Diem
—
August 8, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
doted daughter
grows from wrinkled hands –
mother of pearl
Linked to Carpe Diem
—
August 8, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You reach deep for your subject matter. Very nicely done.
I love the value placed here and the connection – lovely
The wrinkled hands — very striking — wow! 🙂
Mother of pearl shiny and precious, precisely! Nicely Bjorn!
Hank
Bjorn, Lovely and creative piece. 🙂 —Susan
Clever use of the Boticelli painting.
More than merely doted upon, I think that people—and gods—slavered over Venus! Oh, maybe I mean “lusted”! 😉
A Suitcase Heavy with Pearls
A beautiful image … very well thought out!
I am touched and impressed with your words.
On reading this, I am thinking of my grandmother…
Also about the wrinkles on the shells…
And how they care for and protect the pearls…
As I said, touched 🙂
🙂 We did have a Pearl in our family – lived to be at least 90.
Pearls with wrinkles have character…or are they just laugh lines?
Original…and beautiful. Wrinkled hands do have that special kind of power…