I once beheld the Treasure as a whole,
unchanging, save the tiny lines of time
that marked the days; a refuge for the soul
encased within and inwardly defined,
Oft lost beneath reflections of the past
its brilliance swirled like crystals bathed in light.
Too gentle to endure, too pure to last
it slipped away to brokenness one night.
The fragments sparkle sweetly now and then,
I glimpse them when the silence kisses dawn
in solitude and then recall again
a bliss not fully here nor fully gone.
I search and dream for how can one resist
who knows so well the Treasure does exist?
M.A.King 12-2008
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Poetic with beautiful imagery, of treasures one seeks, whatever they be, treasures once found, one may find hard to walk on by. Lovely poem but not sure if I fully understood it.
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Well, I read the poem three times, and finally came to the conclusion that since you do not define what this "treasure" is, I can not really relate to the piece. Your imagery, like your subject is all conceptual, except for the image of crystals bathed in light of the past, which is a lovely image.
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thanks
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Very strong piece, very well written. I love the rhythm and rhyme of it, it all works very well considering the topic. Thank you for sharing this.
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This is a strong piece, asks many questions, and the last line, is a killer for me, excellent. It is a fairly emotional piece lamenting the ways of man There was no error. No typos. Nothing to change. Check out one of mines, I looking forward to your next write
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Thank you
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