No Pearls But OneThere can be no pearls harrying
This neck anymore.
Part of me still loves... yet
Most of me does not.
As pearls are strung out
I have been found within
My shell and prized...
Adored for my lustre clustered.
These days I wear silver and turquoise.
White metal and subtle hued stones
Suit me better than opalescence.
My milky translucency is gone.
Cast before the swines of life.
Yet I covet this small ring I have...
The one that you gave me eons ago.
As I unstrung the pearls and rolled
Them away this one stayed somehow.
I keep it in a box apart from the other gems
Too harsh and glassy... to glimpse at
When I'm cutting my life away.
My one pearl
That is mellowing as you would want.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-06-29 at 05:49
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