My Precious Jewels

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For Contest of Constance La France's J With Four Options Poetry Contest

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"The days are jewels, keep them with care". Jackie Kennedy Aquamarine were summers with siblings beneath skies of blue riding bikes or swimming. Days of emerald too were times we spent outside - barefoot on our lawn, badminton rackets in hand. We’d stroll past Grandpa’s cornfield down the country lane searching for raspberries to pluck. Such awesome times of jade were games we played outside. Rose quartz I collected as romantic daydreams. Stories I read in books (depending on their plot) glittered like gems of amethyst or citrine. Pearls were winter weekends spent sledding or skating but diamonds were holidays with family. Opal’s shifting colors were my school days. Slumber parties glistened an iridescent pink. With my sisters I'd talk into black onyx nights and chase summer’s fireflies that shimmered peridot. Most fondly of all do I recall first love. Red ruby’s passion set my heart aglow. No other memories have shone more brightly than my precious jewels of youth.

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Valsa George

Date: 8/4/2025 5:57:00 AM

Simply lovely! Wonderful idea....! A beautifully crafted poem. I am sure this will have a top placement. This goes into my FAVE.

Joe Dimino

Date: 8/4/2025 4:41:00 AM

Very beautiful, and reminiscent of most forks on some level of early development. Well done. Enchantingly expressed. You get a FAV from me. Colors, minerals, scents vistas, they are inside of us as well as outside -- every one of us is an individualized part of the entire wondrous mystery of creation. Separation of any form, is only an illusion of consciousness...during deep, mystic prayer, such flares of realization crystalize, burst into stars of enfolding light, bathing us with divine presence and a profound sense of Almighty relationship. This is why we are able to write so passionately about such extemporaneous nature in very personal, deeply connected ways.