Jewelry Dust

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about jewelry dust.

Submitted: May 06, 2012

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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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