throughout the years i'll string the beads
i wear about my collarbones
and every year will they increase
the weight i carry round my neck
some beads are speckled jade regret
and next to them maroon chagrin
and some are deep gray stones of doubt
set side by side with opal dreads
some beads are envy polished green
and these i thread with yellow gall
and next to these i set in place
the tiger's eye of malcontent
i'll also thread the copper hues
of dreams destroyed by circumstance
beside the cracked and rusty teal
of bitter disillusionment
and as the years progress i'll add
the melancholy shades of loss
missed opportunities and then
the cloudy blues of grim despair
each necklace wrought with utmost care
will grace my figure face and form
and though i age beneath the strain
i'll wear my workmanship with pride
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Written October 25th, 2006
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Wow that was amazing, very good write, you such descriptive words, words that aren't used everyday which I love.
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A chain of life
Each bead added to a necklace of life..original, filled with colour, each resonating a feeling or an event..in that it is genial ..this inspires to look at the abstract .
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Wow...This is one amazing piece of writing...I am just clicking on all poets on line and reading at least one of their pieces and this is the one I chose from your list...
I loved it...
Thanks for sharing
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i enjoyed this one as well. i found it interesting how each color signified something different.
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If the baggage we carried had weight as stones and metal did, we'd all be screwed. Nothing would get accomplished, we could barely move. But on the good side, we'd all be frickin' ripped. The governator would be proud of us. Excellent write. I'm imagining what my collarbone decoration would look like.
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i'm not worried about fish right now. just going about life one day at a time, and enjoying learning my bansuri flutes (god i love those flutes).
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Yes. I like this a lot. I do not like the use of the small "i", however. (Actually, I intensely dislike the use of the small "i"). Anyway, this is good, but I do hope life gets less grim for you soon. There are a myriad fish in the ocean of humanity, and I'd say it's time to start looking elsewhere. Life is too short for reciminations and unhappiness. Good luck with all you do.
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I couldn't help envisioning the chains dragged by Scrooge's ghost as I read on. What you have described is a beautiful necklace of pain. I kept hoping for a mixture of joy. Pride in workmanship commemorating disappointments. Hmmm.... Quite effective in its unique take for it made me reflect. Thank you.
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One of your best...
This has to be one of your best.... you may not think so but the very mood of this poem gave me images as if I was watching you string the beads on as you were talking and you were growing older as you strung the beads on...the wrinkles appeared and the hairline decreased...the eyes grew dull and the gray streaks appeared .... It was depressing...but in a way it was resolving.... I pictured an older you with these beads hanging around your neck and a smile across your face with your eyes closed... One of your best for sure...
Edited on Oct 25, 8:36 p.m. because 'who cares?!'.
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