Like strands of pearls uncultured, unconnected
they lie strewn at your feet tantamount to words
discarded and useless unable to be linked as one
until something more refined comes along
she knows this every moment of every day speaking
is broken by hesitation, pauses and frustration
like diamonds rough from nature not yet expertly cut
by the jeweler’s hand in minuscule sharp detail
something like disparate but not really the same
just as peculiar is not exactly being self-serving
for who can say she is not the bowels of that same venue
as she compiles opinions based on incomplete knowing
she ultimately sees herself on the fringe of everything
and anything but peculiar touting her uniqueness as
that of shrewdly knowing but like that of the pearls
as that of the diamond she too can be unpolished
© May 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Writing Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/10/our-prison-of-lost-hope-a-poem-an-writing-prompt. Please do visit her site to read more of other poet’s responses. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and Digitized by myself.
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Thank You Jamie. I continue to be challenged by your Wed prompts, which for me is a good thing.
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I’m glad to know that, Renee, and I enjoy your work.
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Renee, I really like the way you’ve strung the pearls and diamonds through this poem, as simile and metaphor. Great ending in those last lines!
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Thank you! Some days I feel as though the words come together just the way I want them to. Hope you are well.
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Unpolished, unhinged, yes. Any one of us. On any given day. Nice job, Renee ❤
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Hi Renee, I hope all is well and happy with you. Maybe you’re still being able to hang with the newest addition to the family and getting lots of hugs and kisses in. 🙂 I especially love the last verse of your poem where she accepts her uniqueness.
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allowing ourselves to be unpolished – i like that – and i think the real polishing comes with the years – with what we’re confronted with in life – the good and bad – and how we react to it
have a wonderful saturday!
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Yes, so true, although I often wished at my age now I were more polished than not. You inspire me in the way you write and how you do your art…form the heart and it shows that you are truly being “You”! I aspire to be just like that. 🙂
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I love the comparison to the pearls, unpolished and in the midst of life’s whirl of activities ~ Have a good weekend ~
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Thank You Grace. I hope you are enjoying some sunshine in your part of the world.
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Very beautiful poem Renee.. May we all realise our own uniqueness .. Sending Love and Hope all is well with you and yours my friend.. We had a Happy time in Scotland.. Sending Hugs and Blessings your way xx
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Thank you Sue. So glad you enjoyed your time there, a place I will never be able to go but think of as my grandmother’s father’s family was from Scotland…last name of McFadden. I never did meet him but have photos.Be well. xoxo
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Lovely that you have that connection Renee… Love and Blessings back.. Take care of YOU..
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Thank you Sue. Every day now is just that, some days better than others, to be very much aware of taking care of ‘me’. xoxo
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🙂 Good to hear.. Its time to put you first..
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