Monday 3 October 2016

I can't see the sparkle

I Can't See the Sparkle

What a miserable day to try to write a poem
When the dismal clouds weep from the sky
I would much rather be hiding at home
I can't see the sparkle

In my car to go to work to make my mark
In the beam the wet road diamonds shine
When I keep myself in the dark
I can't see the sparkle

A lump of rock deep in the earth
Might hide a priceless diamond
When I don't see what I am worth
I can't see the sparkle

A flimsy stick of matchwood sits
Smelling of hell and of sulfur
Until a rough and flinty patch it hits
I can't see the sparkle

With lowered lids she hides her eyes
I don't know what she thinks or feels
Until a tear wells and softly she cries
I can't see the sparkle

One finger softly tenderly lifts her chin
I close my eyes and plant a kiss
Until her gaze reveals what is within
I can't see the sparkle

2 comments:

  1. First I have to say I'm really enjoying your poetry. Every word, every line, pulls me through to the end.

    Peace,
    Morgan Dragonwillow
    OctPoWriMo

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  2. Beautiful poem, enjoyed your poetry form.

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