No Pearls But One

There 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-29 at 05:49

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Elise
Love the metaphores, your sadness behind the strength in this poen and the ending is super.
2010-07-03


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
A pearl of a read - these days, I too prefer the silver and turquoise but the memory of a pearls on skin - I have a blue pearl ring inherited from my great great grandmother - can't wear it as she had really fat fingers - but its beautiful

Elle x
2010-07-02


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Jenks...you have a great knack of writing very lovely and sad poems, which I always enjoy
xxx Stan
2010-07-02


shells
I am a silver and tuquoise myself, but this pearl I loved, superb opening stanza, funny how we sometimes have to hang on to something.
2010-06-29



One is enough. One for the memory, for the beauty. I like the acknowledgement of "cutting my life away", reducing it to its essence—a single pearl.
2010-06-29


NicholasG
This is a pearl!
2010-06-29