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Jewelry Dust

Poetry By: Jan Gabriel

This poem is about jewelry dust.

Submitted:May 6, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

His mother sobs quietly, there on the cold damp street

His father lies silent, with nary a breath, nary a blink

I am but jewelry dust drifting in the air

Smooth pearl beads dropping on marble steps

Sad gems of white, scattered and wandering

His sister is starving, bent underneath a wreck

His brother is crippled, moving with broken strides

I am but jewelry dust gliding in the air

Precious stones chafing under their feet

Cut and tossed and jerked about

But tomorrow I wish for the dawn to come anew

That the sunshine will pain the darkness in the sky

For I am but jewelry dust that whistles in the breeze

Rocks with fabulous faces that sparkles not in the night

Shrouded and hidden where none can hear me cry


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