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Sunday, February 19 2012 03:40 Poetry

anodyneargot

Lures, the City
Like a jewel, faceted,
Fastened into a golden ring
Precious, rare, brilliant

Misunderstood, envied, hated
Now given to mayhem
Spattered with grease and grit
Undone, lost
By the lies, swarming, borne, slung.
Dust clings to many, aware and unaware

A large knotted rope appears and
Dismemberment certifies itself
As the jewel molds to a new setting

Shifts, the City.

Comments

#1 Vangoman 2012-02-20 09:49

Exquisite; your words dance with delight against the dark city night. I love the way you put this precious jewel in context. Once brilliant and clean when anew, and how it eventually gets tarnished. And isn't it us who dulls her shine?. Thanks for this poem, I loved it!!!

#2 Joshua Hennen 2012-02-25 10:49

Excellent work. Each word is like a jewel. I can read many metaphors into this poem. I take the jewel in the ring to be emblematic of the early promise of relationships to only be tarnished. Of course... we then mold to a new setting, don't we? Anyway, superb!