He never wore a ring, she said.
Though it might have been better
than mangling it on a lumber hook
two days after the wedding,
nearly cutting that digit free
at least.
Such things happen,
I know.
Symbols on display
do not indicate what harbors within.
Commitment, where it exists,
lies safe within a beating heart
and cannot be excised that easily.
Thoughtful words, Bela. And yes, a ring is as meaningful on the dresser (and often safer) as it is worn on the finger.
Sometimes it is, Elisa, yes. Although in the poem, these are two friends talking. The first is feeling a little put out that her husband never wore his ring. The second’s marriage was doomed from the start, and the the incident with the ring and the pulp hook was fitting symbol for what was to come. Thanks, as always, for sharing your thoughts.
“Committment where it exists”….and it is not the ring that ensures that….how right you are ! Coming this way after a long time. How have you been Bela?
Ahhh, well, thank you! I just now responded to another comment you left on my post Turn, Turn, Turn.
Glad to see you back again 🙂
My father always said that and never wore a wedding ring.
I think it’s as much for others noticing whether or not the man is wearing a wedding ring that avoids unnecessary trouble. I am happy that my husband wears one.
Me too, Ronnie 😉 xoxo
Thank you for the like. It introduced me to your lovely blog.
Oh, wonderful! And now I’ve got to go back to your blog and see what it was! 😉 Welcome.
Nicely visioned and balanced piece.
Thanks, as always, for your kind words, Ben.