in the young morning
i woke with sharp eyes
like a magpie’s
saw the diamond
inside you
beyond dirt layers
and i know i’ve
scratched more skin
left more bruises
than we could count
or make right again
but from my digging
third world children
had hope soup for dinner
to last them
till rescue arrived
from my claws
thrust inside you
like shameless thieves
i’ve planted strength seeds
in the solid earth
of my fingers
and i can only wish
on the milky way
that you, too, have learned
nothing can bring you down
the moss ladder.
Author notes
Nov. 4, 2009
Sometimes I write poetry because I have no real words.
Sometimes I play this words-you-won't-read game 'cause there's nothing real I can do.
i can only wish... and I do.

A contest entry
- At my window by Age of Rain.
402 points, ended November 17, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Are there too many filler prepositions/conjunctions?
Comments
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the whole 'diamond in the rough' things is very cliche, but you worked it in nicely I thought. Very layered self reflection in this piece. Well done.


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I found this both perplexing and fascinating! Your word selections seem very careful, as do your line breaks and the total flow, leaving beautiful images on the mind's eye. But of course, I am not at all sure what you intended, so I am left with my imagination. Perhaps that is the point... a great read!
Lita


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I know that feeling, all too well.
I like the fact that this is a complete sentence, and never once is there a grammar mistake. many, many kudos.
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thank you
I'm glad you liked this.
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