The Seeing Diamond

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem. I haven't gotten all of the kinks out yet.

Submitted: August 03, 2012

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Rocks

 

The granite looked

At the sky.

The limestone looked

At the shore.

The diamond

Did not look.  It was

Seen. Felt, Caressed.

The diamond was cut.

Taken, Stolen, Cut, Sold.

From beneath the sky to the finger

Of a woman.

How do you like your new home,

Beautifully fauceted diamond?

To be seen holds not the joy of sight.

I am now seen, daily

Among pearls and satin.

I am seen.

Now, as the granite and limestone, I wish

To see.


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