No Pearls

From a

broken hourglass,

they fall

without measure.

Alone,

one by one.

The grains gather.

Lost pearls to be-

now nothing more than

drifting specks of sand

that lay

on the edge

of a sterile oyster bed

with dead shells,

razor sharp

and unyielding,

laying in decay.





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-09-21 at 00:19

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No pearls is a great title. Pearls are but a speck of sand and can crumble so delicately and like you said can come from the razor's edge. Irritation is the razor's edge. :) Nice work indeed! Perfection is sometimes observation in life's experience.
2009-11-30


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful!
2009-10-18


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! Indeed! Fantastic imagery and so unique:) Brilliantly written:) I enjoyed reading this piece of Art! Thanks for sharing girl:) *applause*and *bookmarked!*
2009-10-17



You always create such fantastic imagery ... this is wordart if anything.
2009-09-21


chuma okafor
...And unyeilding you are in your excellent delivering of your poetic sencing!
2009-09-21