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Topic: The Writer's Life (05/13/10)
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TITLE: a stone upturned | Previous Challenge Entry
By June Dickie
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the nectar here,
and moisture there,
the poet tastes and stores to keep
in memory closets treasured deep,
moments of wonder, joy, and awe,
flashes of fire which seer the sore,
longings intense for something more,
emotions pounding at the door,
these he weighs and sifts through fine,
distills each drop like weathered wine
and then he trains his eye to see
beyond the leaf, a glorious tree,
beneath the oak, an acorn small -
the seed of hope where it did fall
to look and ponder from each view,
close-up, afar, to see anew
that hidden 'neath a mossy stone,
is some fine jewel of tawny tone,
when scraped and cleaned, the colors glow
as light is pierced when waters flow
all this is hidden from the mass,
removed from loud and harsh and crass,
cut off from where the crowd do throng,
that he may hear the silent song,
his senses rise to ecstasy
and reach to deep profundity
yet this path is but for a few,
those who take the time to woo
the words that wing, and set them down
to sparkle in a royal crown
thus lonesome is the poet's ruse,
if he the gritty stone would loose,
to find the gem so rich and rare,
that others too his joy might share
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"yet this path is but for a few,
those who take the time to woo
the words that wing, and set them down
to sparkle in a royal crown" You brightened my day with this. :)