I am yellow-green! Peridot the color of self-esteem
Protective against life’s rife that may stream
I come from the earth’s rich interiors ore,
xenolith layers that make up its inner core
Purifying positive spiritual energy and well-being
Channeling love to intrusive shadows unseen
When sunrays shimmer thru shade tree leaves,
you’ll see me glinting behind the summer breeze
Dewy meadows in warm August blankets at sunrise
I am your luxuriant gift, and you are the prize
My August birthstone pleases me,
for shades of green and I agree.
And of the fine gems that I know,
my favorite is Peridot.
Now, Peridot is lesser-known
among most gemstones that are shown.
It once was called 'Gem Of The Sun',
and Cleopatra's most loved one.
Egyptian scrolls say priests had cups,
adorned with Peridot for sups;
that Peridot empowered them
to speak with Gods with this fine gem.
Ancient Hawaiian history,
says stones are tears of dear Pele,
the Goddess of volcanoes, fire;
her gift from Earth they so admire.
Mysterious, some crystals of
our Peridot came from above,
in pallasite meteorites,
a gift from space that sure delights.
Our Peridot is only seen
in varied shades of color green.
Since hues of green and I agree-
my August birthstone pleases me!
How did you get up there?
Up there in the sky so fair?,
Between the tree's bare limbs
Behind where the cloud skims
How did you get down here?
Down here and along the pier?,
Under the waves of ocean's deep
Into the tides roll you creep
How did you find my birthstone?
Born within a light, airy tone?,
I find you buried in aquamarine
Azure, sapphire, turquoise, cerulean
Beautiful, bold and blue
Not just simply a sad hue,
The calmness you bring, I savor it
How did you end up my favorite?
Bright
leafs swirl
rapt torrents
o'er harvest moon
gemstone portent of
motley hued topaz glaze
nacreous in sullen haze
as grey dawn wail from tawny tree
house crib heralds wildlife orchard surge
October hushes
a cold snap, baldachin for
red, brown and gold leaf.
Indian summer waver, Indian rope trick
sent to douse earthen world shackle.
Bogus heat pump transience.
Polar air mass scatters migrant bird
on vibrant amber.
Ocean gust saline coated whisper
to autumn eardrum host.
Nightscape shadows rudely cut across
the afternoon event space.
Date posted : 19th October 2021
Oh mother
I'm coming home
To reclaim my birthstones
To answer the question as to why ?
I abandoned you in the 1st place
Face to face
Eye to eye
To appologies and make my amends
For all my failings
Until you no longer blame yourself
for my failings
It was never your fault i posessed the
backbone of a snake
I just never had the stomach for a fight
I still suck my thumb and cradle a teddy bear at night
Because i scared of everything and anything
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