Diamond Encrusted Crayon
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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 Clasping Adjusting Admiring Smiling 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 |
Submitted on 2015-03-25 15:40:08 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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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. Bruce | Posted on 2015-03-25 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |
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