Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Three pearls

I.
The colors of the pearl
sing of sunrises and
skies, conceived
in the imagination
of an oyster who
has seen neither.
The pearl and
its colors are all
the oyster has,

II.
A pearl starts life
an insignificant,
worthless piece
of grit, fractioned
and juiced to be
something it isn’t
and never intended
to be.

III.
It was a treasure,
a pearl. It was
hidden, it was
left in plain sight.
It was sold and
bought,
it was desired and
sought.
It was a treasure,
a pearl.

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14 comments:

  1. SheilaJanuary 10, 2012 at 6:32 AM

    Oh, Glynn. I'm going to be thinking on this today:

    fractioned
    and juiced to be
    something it isn’t
    and never intended
    to be.

    I feel that way sometimes.

    And that third stanza? I want to sing it.

    Thanks for this.

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  2. Pat HattJanuary 10, 2012 at 7:25 AM

    A pleasure to read your pearl treasure
    Some things you can't measure
    Still like to find a big one though
    Then sell it for dough
    Thanks to it's pearly glow
    Now I will go

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  3. Megan WillomeJanuary 10, 2012 at 9:20 AM

    I like the idea of an oyster creating something it has never seen.

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  4. S. EtoleJanuary 10, 2012 at 1:14 PM

    A pearl of great price ... the rare ones so costly.

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  5. UnknownJanuary 10, 2012 at 3:13 PM

    Pearls so perfectly formed in such an strange environment loved your poem ...thanks for sharing

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  6. ClaudiaJanuary 10, 2012 at 3:49 PM

    it always gives me hope to think about how pearls are made...through pressure and suffering...just like in real life... a beautiful piece glynn

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  7. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2012 at 4:07 PM

    The pearl is mysterious but simple,
    a treasure made of nothing.

    An excellent contemplation

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  8. hedgewitchJanuary 10, 2012 at 4:30 PM

    Very fluid play between these three pearly interludes, each one with its own freight, yet each revolving the facets of the poem harmoniously. The first is my favorite if I had to pick, but can't fault any of them for insight and fine language.

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  9. Brian MillerJanuary 10, 2012 at 6:20 PM

    beautiful man...great progression through each of these...the second though is my fav as i know a few pearls...smiles.

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2012 at 7:16 PM

    Beautiful flow - strong writing

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  11. LisaJanuary 10, 2012 at 8:46 PM

    Beautiful, and fascinating.

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  12. AnonymousJanuary 10, 2012 at 10:00 PM

    this was thought provoking to me. It's bit like growing in one's craft. Thank you

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  13. AnonymousJanuary 11, 2012 at 6:31 AM

    A pearl is something so worthy of deep thought and I'm surprised we don't see more poetry written about it. One of life's most beautiful occurences. Nicely done!

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/the-sun-came-up-again-4/

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  14. AnonymousJanuary 11, 2012 at 3:06 PM

    naturally, this has many layers...

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