Make me a necklace of all the time I have wasted.
Forge each bead of lost moment into an exquisite bit of glass, a delicate dazzle of nothingness that fools the eye and teases the senses.
Surround my neck with a glistening noose of empty efforts and squandered opportunities.
Then, and only then, will I turn my back to you, allow you to fasten the clasp, and whisper in my ear that I am beautiful.
Copyrigh 2010
Donna Dakota in Word 
Hi Donna:
This one is my favorite of the newest poems. Perhaps its because it is a theme I am working on myself, and so it has a special resonance with me. Perhaps it is because the imagery works so well. Probably it is both….
Cheers!
Ginny
Can’t wait to read your variation on a theme, Ginny!