drew a ring
in soft sandy brown,
old silt never gave up a worm,
city dirt
my favorite Cat's Eye agate lie in peril
thumb flick away from lost;
glass bottles, root beer, cream,
and orange my hot summer day dreams
traded for a mesh bag of beauties
then city cement,
covered dry dirt, and broken glass bottles
covered pavement 'til night sparkled
like stars...years made change
and reminds
my eyes of shines of Grandma's ring
her Eastern Stars,
such change in those heavens too
broken glassy night glowed
like new city streets.
Author notes
prompts used:
agates
glass bottles
Grandma's ring
A contest entry
- PIF Contest /Word Prompt by Rowan.
800 points, ended August 18, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like this darker vision of glass and streets; as Nic said, lovely. But I would expect nothing less from you.
Thanks for entering hon.
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Rowan-
your themes usually are far more complex than what meets the eye...this was no exception... thanks for an interesting challenge...thanks for the most kind words...and the green too!!!...PK
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I know that city dirt ... the kind that only seems to grow more dry city dirt! I never had a bag of my own marbles, but I remember the joy of finding beautiful abandoned marbles in playgrounds. Disrespect of our environment now finds some cities awash in broken glass & blowing trash. It's a sparkle I'd rather do without.
But I've held an Eastern Star ring worn smooth from decades of wear by the woman who wore it with pride. Those stars still twinkle, just as her eyes once did.
Wonderful memories reflected here for me. Thanks H.
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As long as one keeps the shine of love, of memories and of the beautiful in the agate of the eyes, they will always outshine the dirty, broken streets. Lovely poetry, PK.
~ Nicolette
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