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The Diamond
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Cliff McDuffie
Friday, January 02, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Don't hide your light under a basket.
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Ripped from the earth,
a rough ugly stone.
Formed within the very bowels of Mother Earth.
Pressed and compressed till given up in birth.
Hands of men peel the coat away.
Now cut, shaped and polished to catch every ray,
thrown down by the ball that lights the day.
It sparkles, dazzles and tempts everyone.
Such a lovely thing treasured by all.
Such a shame to revere a thing so small.
But when the light is whisked away
and the jewel is taken from the glow of day.
The sparkling child of Mother Earth is
nothing more than a small, cold stone.
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
7/30/2009 |
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Enjoyed this one, Cliff...Ah the diamond! In truth, I guess it is just a stone... Good job!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
4/8/2009 |
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An interesting contrast between day and night with regard to the brilliance of a diamond. You're right, too, it is just a small, cold stone, although I think people value things by their cost--the more expensive, the better it is and the more in demand it is.
Nice poem and I like the descriptive way you detail the steps of a diamond from the earth to its polished and cut form. |
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