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Rubies
How beautiful they glimmer,
These priceless jewels upon my hand,
Deepest burgundy, nearly purple,
Perfect in their gothic clarity.
I had not before known the gift of gems,
And these are the rarest of all,
So close to pigeon blood rubies,
Eternal is their quality.
These are deep and dimensional,
They are surreal in their shine,
Their reflection and cut unrivaled,
How strange to receive such beauty now.
I vaguely recall a desire for such trinkets,
A longing for a jewel to wear,
To receive such a gift of sacrifice,
That was never offered.
Now, these priceless rubies adorn my hands,
Solemnly glittering and gleaming in fading light,
As they drip slowly from my tender wrist,
Past my fingertips, sparkling one final time.
These priceless jewels upon my hand,
Deepest burgundy, nearly purple,
Perfect in their gothic clarity.
I had not before known the gift of gems,
And these are the rarest of all,
So close to pigeon blood rubies,
Eternal is their quality.
These are deep and dimensional,
They are surreal in their shine,
Their reflection and cut unrivaled,
How strange to receive such beauty now.
I vaguely recall a desire for such trinkets,
A longing for a jewel to wear,
To receive such a gift of sacrifice,
That was never offered.
Now, these priceless rubies adorn my hands,
Solemnly glittering and gleaming in fading light,
As they drip slowly from my tender wrist,
Past my fingertips, sparkling one final time.
Published 21st Jan 2018
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21st Jan 2018 5:06pm
Lovely testament of ruby's power...looking at your avatar rubies seem to match you visually perfectly...my favourite stone is moldavite...extraterrestrial...your poem is a nice start to the day....Lawrence
27th Jan 2018 6:00pm
Beautifully penned piece evoking a darker vision. At least to me, I picture a sad existance coming to a tragic end.
Anonymous
13th Feb 2018 4:13am
Incredible imagery as momentum of the write stayed strong all the way, therefore enjoyable.
10th Mar 2018 2:36pm
Sheer brilliance first and foremost! I'm an avid reader and have read countless of items about suicide/cutting and among them the only difference is the author, sad really. Your work is highly unique. After the 2nd time reading I noticed certain words stood out like hints, if only one looked closer. You remained deceptive with bits of enlightment, when done I honestly felt like I had discovered a sneaky little secret. Here's the hints I found
Gothic clarity
Eternal
Deep and dimensional
Their reflection and cut are unrivaled (possibly reflection & cut are unrivaled?)
Gift of sacrifice/never offered
Solemnly, fading light,
Drip slowly
Tender wrist
I could be off my rocker yet no matter what, I walked away with my very own read & deep thought while solving a dark, clever & uniquely different work of art.
I'm sorry this is so long, I actually was popping a button when I was done reading and we'll I had to get my buttons worth in. I actually want to thank you for posting your poem, made this old ladies day. Sincerely, Shadow_Dancer
Gothic clarity
Eternal
Deep and dimensional
Their reflection and cut are unrivaled (possibly reflection & cut are unrivaled?)
Gift of sacrifice/never offered
Solemnly, fading light,
Drip slowly
Tender wrist
I could be off my rocker yet no matter what, I walked away with my very own read & deep thought while solving a dark, clever & uniquely different work of art.
I'm sorry this is so long, I actually was popping a button when I was done reading and we'll I had to get my buttons worth in. I actually want to thank you for posting your poem, made this old ladies day. Sincerely, Shadow_Dancer
