We have all known them
The ones with great talent
But who stopped living
After a calamity hits
Highly valued citizens
With special know hows
Traded like currency
Their crafty abilities
To make something new
Repair a broken thing
Cure a stubborn illness
Teach living to a child
Grow edibles in the soil
Bring solace out of death
We watch them decay
From lofty and essential
Positions in community
Their skilled assistance
In brilliant work sinking
Into useless living death
Like blackened silver pieces
Your writing is so different than mine--(I almost always write in rhyme) but I find it fascinating, and wonderful.
Silver blackens through misuse, and requires a caring act to make it shine again. Perhaps the same principle applied to this blackened silver would bring back the luster!
A very profound write my friend...I agree with Chuck..sometimes it takes a little polishing to buff away the tarnish that life's circumstances sometimes has a way of dulling our outlook, creativity, and desire...but as long as life is in our bodies, there is always hope of revival, or bringing that shine back! Great write!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
...it is sometimes...that tarnished silver...become anothers treasure...in remaining as such...perhaps to learn something of its life...or when brought to light again.
well done...
John
This is sad. To let ones-self tarnish. Even with their 'tarnish' they have great beauty and much to contribute. I think it's ok to leave them 'tarnished,' but look for something else that they can offer and feel beautiful, again. Perhaps, they [of their own accord] will polish themselves. My half-full glass syndrome is talking.
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Silver blackens through misuse, and requires a caring act to make it shine again. Perhaps the same principle applied to this blackened silver would bring back the luster!
Connie
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Blessings,
Joyce B.
well done...
John
Love,
Susan
Kathy