promises of value

once prismatic brilliance;
brilliant only through borrowed light

alone again in darkness, gleaming;
glumly instant companionship -

blind to grief and deaf to joy,
save by pristine mirth of lone-ward thought

our only hope: it polishes well and with crispness,
sparkle, in brilliant light of each reader's eye

Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-12-13 at 13:32

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I can't help but remember those days when I skipped class and holed up in the library when I read this poem. I like it very much. Bravo.

I like this poem a lot.