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Diamond Encrusted Crayon

Author: ShadowParadox
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Class/Type: Poetry /Death
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Diamond Encrusted Crayon

Before dead pale fingers reached through the graves

They used to be a blushing pink

Fresh with life

Pulsing with care and love

Caressing my face

Like the whispers of many flowers

And songs of many birds

Those fingers were connected to a special soul

One who birthed me

Sheltered me

Loved me

The fingers who wove together diamonds and pearls

Like an artist and his colors

On a blank canvas

Creating a delicate gem

A meaningful symbol

For me

Those smooth beautiful fingers

Placed it around my once tiny wrist





Then like a cherry on top

A single diamond encrusted crayon charm

Joined the tangles of jeweled hooks and links

The beautiful loving fingers grasped my waist

And held onto me dearly

From there words from dying lips

Dripped their dew into my heart

“My Silhouette, my precious shadow

No matter where I go, no matter what happens

Remember always remember

You are unique like this diamond crayon

You have colored my life with every little thing you have done

When I look back at those colors made by my little shadow

I see the many beautiful sparkles you placed in my life

It makes me smile it makes me warm

Keep being you my shadow

Keep coloring the world with your love. . .”

The fingers weakened and loosened

Death came and took away the beautiful loving soul from those fingers

No more do they blush

Only pale white and frail

Scratching through the dirt in my heart

Tugging at my tears

Every time I wipe them away

With the edges of this rose

The diamond crayon clings against its metal chains

Echoing a haunting ring

Like the voice and touch of my dead mother

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  L12 the fingers that wove…not who wove. L? It makes me smile, it makes me warm…needs the comma I inserted
| Posted on 2015-04-15 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
  A lovely write, I like the symbolism gently woven throughout this. The ending is a bit harsh and abrupt, but not inappropriate; so is death.
The only thing that puzzles me is how you chose when to punctuate and when to not. Its becomes the age old debate over whether its artistic of just laziness. I understand why the ones that have it need it, but would I like it better fully punctuated? I'm not sure. Its becoming a preference thing.
Overall, I feel like there is very little critique with your work. You have definitely thought through this piece and crafted it well.
| Posted on 2015-04-01 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]
  Ah yes, to be the shade in someone's shadow. Silhouette sojourn taciturn. My mother died recently so I can relate to this very well. She was an artist, a musician, and also held a degree in interior decorating, an amazing woman I will never forget!

This is a lovely tribute. Do I understand from it that your mom has died or is it a fantasy. If the former, my condolences.

| Posted on 2015-03-25 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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