Precious Stone
She had gemstones
masquerading as eyes
And tears of diamonds
upon her porcelain face
Her ruby lips whispered
pearls of infinite possibilities
And there stood I:
Cubic zirconia, nickel, and clay
But somehow
she made me her equal.
Comments
A beautiful poem, Stephen.
That was so touching and respectful of your 'She.'
There comes a time in every man's life when he realises he's punching above his weight. 😁
Thu 4th May 2023 07:13
Thanks Stephen.
I'm a little puzzled with this.
Your first word is She...I've heard a child speak to a doll as if it were a real person.
It's the words "clay" and "porcelain" that make me think of a doll.
Metaphor or Literal?😏
Wow! You've metaphorically depicted yourself and your lady beautifully, Stephen A. Loved the mention of antiques like diamond, porcelain, ruby and pearls vs. chemicals and fossils like zirconium, nickel and clay.
Thank you.
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Stephen Atkinson
Fri 5th May 2023 18:03
Thank you so much Manish, Kevin (yes we are!) Uilleam (if i called my wife a doll, she'd probably machine gun me lol) Russell ( I've been punching for 30yrs 😆)And our constant source of encouragement, Stephen. Much appreciated
And thanks for the Likes Clare, K. Lynn & Helene 🌈