Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Poet Quatrain

Buried Gold

Faint heart once overflown empties alone
sinking beneath shell's hardened clay.
Saving face, only to trace ring line shown
conspicuous on finger yesterday.

Blue veins weave below fair skin, weakening.
Disturb the routine, no one cares;
frown lines curve lower still deepening.
Save what's left - dig through hidden layers.

Cast out the hatred, the past's mistakes, 
rise above, be spared future burdened.
In spaces unoccupied, heartache's
existence spurs apathy to mend.

Whoever refuses to sift from the earth
promise of gold buried underground 
and an unsure hand has forgotten the worth
of that most precious which can be found.

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Isaiah Zerbst January 22, 2015 at 9:50 AM Especially liked the lines about the veins. When you add such lines, it makes the poem come alive.

Mohan Chutani January 6, 2015 at 9:29 AM lovely imagery. All that glitters is not gold. Mohan

Liam Mcdaid January 4, 2015 at 1:29 PM very beautifully painted piece rhonda really sings from the title excellent pen dear friend

Robert Lindley January 4, 2015 at 2:33 AM Excellent , deep and inspirational writing my friend. So many forget that the greatest treasure is true love and family. Your buried gold highlights that folly. A great write it is!! A7..

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 2, 2015 at 9:51 AM Amazing Rhonda. Very inspiring ...evoking deep questions. Love Hugs! -Rajat

Eileen Manassian January 2, 2015 at 2:59 AM Oh....how I needed this write today, Rhonda. Bless you for bringing courage and hope. It's such a beautiful write...so much deeper lines. That first stanza mesmerized me. Bless you. Have a great New Year.