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Mon 20 Sep, 2004 09:47 am
Black Diamonds
And they will come, the telling whispers
On a breeze of salts and mist, the ocean
Won't prevaricate for prince or pauper -
And she will move
With the rhythms of that nightly vida -
Viva -
Boardwalk, beaten, worn,
Not proper, nor concerned with
Social conformity or fate
That weight she bears alone -
You might have missed introspection
Looking out across a foggy sea
Every thought of reflection
Falling to the stones below your feet
And she left her child upon the pier, swimming
Just beyond his comfort zone,
To her arms, yearning him:
"Come to me boy"
No fear, he leapt
Vida -
Red hair, wet ponytail,
Freckles, black diamonds in her ears -
She embraces him.
Viva
Monday's poem - hot off the word processor!
Excellent! Vivid, flowing, great piece.
i like the poem, I'm very impressed with the structure and the three dimensionality of it
I thank you all for your very kind commentary :-)
I just came across this one! Excellent piece, really! Infact, ditto to everything Cav said!