Locks are not blocks but
Entries, secret sentries closed to all but
Hearts that share still, sacred parts of all our
Sorrow, suffering, and pain. Tomorrow’s
Spark—steel on steel—marks
One first flame, one migrant sun against
Ashes, one cleansing burst that clashes
Aches with cures until blood takes the
Muddy residue and, with much study, raises
Rust to fragment dust, itself compressed,
Molded, pressure-folded until from
Flakes, diamond-healing breaks.
Author notes
"and makes a diamond out of rust"
A contest entry
- Clear Ashes and Rusted Diamonds by Exhaled Cynn.
625 points, ended January 23, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I must admit, I did get a little lost on this one. There are some great images popping up within though. Nice job.
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