I caught it
in the dip of my ear,
pressed it to a pin,
then pierced it through
the flesh; fresh water pearl
spoiled
by rough rubies.
A less precious wreathe
bound to the silky shell
with inferior
devotion.
I wore the gift
with a chary smile
and clasped the rareness
between my thumb
and fore-finger; fresh
water pearl.
I heard
your words and
I saved them.
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Comments
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Some extrememly impressive imagery and use of language going on here. I like the way you connect the pearl to the words of a loved one and express the emotions of the poetic voice through deceptively simple language.I also like the use of the repeated first person pronoun to capture character. Nicely intelligent write, thanks for sharing and keep up this excellent work. Cheers.
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This is strong. Very well written. Good job poet.
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