Like Diamonds

two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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October 23, 2013 at 11:24 AM
"even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria." Like P.D., I am enamored of that line. So creative is your poem, I feel almost lost in it each time I read it. Mysterious, sad, very artistic. glad I found your poetry.
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October 23, 2013 at 10:25 AM
Morgan, amazing, imagery... This was very beautiful and deep. "even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria," I really liked this line, it is very clever. Well done. deeply moved... XOX~ LINDA
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October 23, 2013 at 12:46 AM
with passion you write. ..I wonder if this little girl id you... great post. ..Skat
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