[LIKE A DIAMOND TRAPPED IN LODE...]
After Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s [CONSTANTLY RISKING ABSURDITY]
Like a diamond trapped in lode
the poem resides
deep within
the mountain of our hearts.
Always mining,
we poets are compelled
to dig them out
lest they erupt:
the grieving
for a mother’s death,
the tasting
of a lover’s breath.
& perpetually we polish them,
until
from raw emotion,we are left
with nothing
but a gem
we cannot keep,
but feel compelled to give
to the first person
willing & able
to take it
up&
away.
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