Found in a mine

The deepest mine gives purest stones,
of sapphire eyes and diamond tears.
The darkest nook hides murder bones,
that yearn to scream their story dear.
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Scrape the skin of earthen mounds,
revealing gems so fair, so fine.
Midnight walks, deserted towns,
embrace foul shadows dressed to dine.
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On rubies dipped in molten gold,
lay draped and searing milk-white throats.
While foolish flailing miners bold,
thrust sterile hips to Pan’s wry notes.
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Her jaded jade mind, green with envy,
his turquoise marbles, blue with lust,
bear no substance, shatter freely,
return to Mother, return as dust.


13 thoughts on “Found in a mine

    1. Why do we even value such things? I certainly don’t. I keeping humming Sleeping Beauty’s dwarves’ song, “We don’t know what we dig them for we just dig, dig diggadig, dig.”

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  1. Waiting for the end to come, with flashing bright lights and a warm embrace, be at peace for you are here and you are welcomed with open arms and hearts that soar. As my mom would say Your a poet and don’t know it.

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