Daver Austin Poet Free verse

The Jeweler's Lathe

THE JEWELER’S LATHE

Summer’s last rose
After many admiring morning visits
And with nature’s rusty brown and gold 
Surrounding, drawing comparison,
Becomes even more pink and beautiful

Being aware as being – native to all souls –
Nature strives to improve,
The old become new

New, alike the jeweler’s lathe
Polishing      polishing
Refining awareness -

The familiar like a great Schubert string quartet
Suddenly with new revealing.

Leonard Bernstein says about music,
      to the effect,
”An old friend becomes more dear”

Refining one’s awareness
There can be no drudgery,
But there must be effort,
Must be the look-through,
A soul’s effort to find.

Therein lies the beauty, 
The finding.
When the diamond
Set to the jeweler’s lathe
Catches sun

Dave Austin

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Robert Johnson July 10, 2015 at 10:53 PM An importance of love and understanding has shone through with gentle appreciation for life's delicate balance in this piece Dave. Shine on.

Connie Marcum Wong June 20, 2015 at 9:42 AM This is so beautiful Daver. It is one of your best. 7

Joe Maverick June 6, 2015 at 8:12 PM Ahh..' inspiration Daver let me breath of it..'

Monterey Sirak May 31, 2015 at 8:02 AM A 7 and a fave for me! Stunning! Sometimes we have to work to find the beauty but when we do, it is breathtaking and glorious.

Nette Onclaud May 30, 2015 at 10:57 PM ohh my, beguiled by the charm of this stunning piece, daver!.. you know what real beauty is !.. huggs

Andrea Dietrich May 27, 2015 at 10:55 PM wow, Daver. one of your best of your recent posts. I really enjoyed this one and its fine imagery!

Skat A May 27, 2015 at 5:35 PM I like this very much Daver, Enjoyed reading one of your latest poems, Hugs SKAT

Paul Callus May 27, 2015 at 4:46 PM Hi Dave. This is a powerful poem of renewal and appreciation. A true delight to read (more than once). The final lines reach a sparkling climax. #7 // paul

Constance La France May 27, 2015 at 1:04 PM Dave, this is a stunning write, vivid and deep, an impressive 7 from me and thanks for visiting my Haiku 8, I recall in childhood being chased by crows, they can be very protective of their nests and quite dangerous