I held her beauty for a day.

by john   Nov 6, 2009


I held her beauty for a day.

I am the rough hand
That felt the gem through
Sodden earth
And pried it loose,
Holding it for a moment
Guessing at its shape.

Passed and polished
Its gleam preened by
More refined hands
used to holding
such things.

I save the dry earth that surrounded it once,
Run a calloused finger around the crevice
And invoke the memory
That like all else
Is slowly becoming dust.

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  • 4 years ago

    by onethuscome

    Very tight.well done.its funny how loss brings with it meditations on impermanance

  • 7 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Wow, you really blew me away with this one. Profoundly sad, my eyes started watering after finishing the second time (yes, read it twice).
    The feeling of not being worthy of someone else, even understanding as they quickly lose interest in you because - how could you be good enough?
    Sad. It's a sad feeling and I can relate to it unfortunately.

    10/5 if I could.