#bracelets
The Arabs once praised a full-figured woman with a phrase as tender as it was flirtatious: “silent of bracelets.”
A woman so soft, so complete in her beauty, that the bangles on her wrists made no sound
for her arms were full, her presence abundant,
and the metal rested gently against her skin.
It was not an insult.
It was an adoration
a way of saying: you are a woman of fullness, of warmth, of softness that the desert poets longed for.
Ibn al-Nabīh once flirted with this image, saying:
“Her temples are white,
her lips are tender,
her eyes are heavy with longing,
and her bracelets are silent.”
A woman whose beauty quiets even silver and gold.
A woman whose softness hushes the world.
A woman whose presence, by itself, is music
even when the bracelets make no sound.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
bracelets
those things made of strings
were given with love
a secret promise lies in every one I (s)wear
still, it’s broken
and
it’s
all
my
fault
one because I pulled too hard
one because it ripped apart
one because I got it that way
one because it didn’t work anyway
one because I lost it
one because it never fit
I love my bracelets
but every one I wear
finds its way to never wear
they give me new ones
but they don't hold
still the only one that survives
was given far too long ago
now here I am
with my jar full of broken promises
cause I don't give up
broken or not
all cause I loved too much
and see what’s the price
a jar I keep
every single one
broken
in hope not to be forgotten
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
Hummmm.
Mon Immortelle, mes aïeux !
Comme tu es appétissante !
Je n'en crois pas mes yeux !
J'ai agrandi ta photo jusqu'à ce qu'elle crève l 'écran.
J 'aurais pu t'embrasser si je l 'avais voulu,
Tellement tu étais proche, magnifiée !
Mais je me suis retenu
et j 'ai décidé de détourner le regard de ta chair et de me concentrer sur les accessoires
car le risque d'atteindre une illumination visuelle à distance aurait été grand
si j 'avais seulement pris le temps de m'attarder
Une demi-seconde sur le lac de tes yeux profonds
et la moue sur tes lèvres couleur aubergine
Je me suis donc consacré exclusivement à l 'examen minutieux,
Détail après détail,
de tes accessoires, de tes épices.
Oh ne m'en veux pas
Si ce n 'était pas toi, la déesse, que je regardais défiler
Sur l 'écran à vitesse lente chevauchant une tigresse blanche
Mais tes accessoires
Et tes accessoires en disent long sur ton essentiel !
Ce sont des accessoires magiques, physiques, magnétiques, chimiques
Un simple verre de vin de letchi devient entre tes doigts du divin jus de jade
Tes boucles d'oreille et ton collier d'argent assorti d'une fleur blanche odorante majestueuse!
Jasmin ? Frangipanier ? Rose ? Orchidée ? Lotus ? Dis moi !
Tes bagues dorées au majeur et à l 'annulaire, main droite comme main gauche, deux par main
Des fleurs, encore des boutons de fleurs !
De veuvage ? De mariage ? De fiançailles ?
Tes deux bracelets d'argent au poignet gauche
Sans oublier ta robe bleue imprimée à fleurs
Et tes mocassins bleus assortis.
Et ton pantalon blanc bien évidemment !
Laissons de côté ce sublime rouge à lèvres couleur aubergine !
Bref j 'ai passé en ***** tout ce qui t'enlumine et t'illumine
Sans être toi tout en étant toi.
Comme ton sac en bandoulière et ce verre de vin de letchi ou de jade que tu presses entre tes doigts.
Tes accessoires sont la voie royale vers ton essentiel !
Et je sais désormais que tu es fleur caméléon,
Je sais les couleurs de ta quintessence :
Tigresse de jade blanc aux oreilles et au cou
Dorée au bout des doigts
et marron et blanche sur fond bleu,
Toute de lianes et feuilles et clochettes
Toute fleurs de safran, gingembre, curcuma
Piment, tamarin et cannelle
Des épaules aux cuisses !
Me voilà bien avancé, n 'est-ce pas, ma fleur,
Dragon de jade, sur ton chemin de Compostelle ! ?
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
This bracelet
This bracelet means nothing, really
Just some plastic beads
Black thread
Uncomplicated knots with strings of offset orange, yellow, green.
It’s just a bracelet.
But it’s your bracelet.
Your bracelet.
The replacement for the blue one I lost in New York
The one I hated myself for dropping
But you never did
You just fixed it
And every time I see it,
It’s like I’m there with you again
My heart leaps from my chest
At it’s shining, vibrant face
Smiling at me like an old friend
Because that’s what we are
When I’m nervous, I twist the band
The beads click and dance and sing in my fingertips
I think of it like those ruby red slippers
Maybe if I click it enough times you’ll appear next to me
I wish that were how it worked
Wished the bracelet could talk me down
Off of this ledge of conclusions
But it can’t.
We will never be the same...
Unlike the bracelet.
Because when it comes together on my wrist,
Kissing the skin you used to
It feels like you
It feels like home
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
I watched you
Cover up scars
With bracelets
And cover
Bloodshot eyes
With sunglasses.
I took your
Razors and Alcohol
Trying
In vain
To protect you.
For a while
It worked.
You powered through
Pain and uncertainty
Until it all
Came rushing
Back.
You held on until May,
And for that
I am
Proud.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
i remember the bracelet you gave me.
it was wrapped up in a black and white box that
made my heart flutter like the sail erupting from it's bag
and so, when i put it on, i saw it's simplicity.
it's ribbon of stirling silver knotted together.
i sometimes look at my wrist and pretend that the bracelet hugging my small untouched bone-
is your fingers- touching every piece of my skin.
i sometimes go through the bag and the box the bracelet was set carefully in.
your love- still a part of me.
i'll scour through the box at three in the morning-
when i can't sleep and your on my mind.
i'll rack my thoughts and remember when you smiled
or when they thought, wow he really loved her.
and i want to find a message from you, despite our distance.
but i don't.
and every precious second i waste going through the bag and box-
and every minute i stare at my bracelet hanging from my slender wrist-
i break.
because i don't see a message in your scripted hand writing.
and i don't see your name carved into my bracelet.
and i know that your fingers will never be around my wrist feeling my pulse- my heartbeat for you.
because your there and i'm here and distance is too far
and ocean's are too wide
and currents are too strong.
and winds are too heavy.
recalling the memories as if they were the only thoughts
that kept me breathing, living.
yet, i want to pretend like i forgot you-
like you never were a part of me
so;
bracelets don't mean a thing.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
She's one of those girls
He said
One who wears a lot of beads
Beads that stretch to her elbow
And with one look
The look of guilt
Shame
Knowing
He knew
He knew the look on my face
He knew I was like the girl with beads
Panic washed over his ghostly face
Hurt clouded his eyes
Pulling up my sweater sleeve
He saw nothing
A sigh of relief escaped his lips
But he did not realize
..He lifted the wrong sweater sleeve
s.j.d
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC