Sparkling behind your smeyes
Unmined orange diamond lies
Burning in opulent grace
Ashes left; in them hearts I trace
Is that a glint in your eyes?
You do know they're absolute fire?
I'm an insect, drawn to my funeral pyre.
There's much joy in being burned by their love.
They are only eloquence; wordless yet articulate
Raking the colors to set a blaze of autumn's fantasy
I'm leaving with a gaze from the perfect canopy.
Categories:
unmined, extended metaphor, fire, for
Form: Rhyme
Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your
possession is the golden ticket
Sadly, many fail to decode it's often unglammed seed
Just as one person may look at a pile of stone and
merely see stone, another may look at it and
envision a majestic cathedral
Or one who tosses a priceless heirloom in the attic to gather cobwebs
Or mindlessly pawn it for a quick buck
Unmined to the grave - where lie companies unstarted
Masterpieces unpainted
Architecture unbuilt....in the cemetry there is buried
the greatest treasure mine, fruitless
Categories:
unmined, destiny, introspection, wisdom,
Form: Personification
My heart races as my name is called up,
Please, try not to worry Sara, good luck.
My mother handed me a water cup,
Telling me not to focus on the ruck,
As parent-made applause begins to roar,
Eyes once on the ground shifted from the floor,
The light centered on me was glistening,
The adrenaline in me quickening
Thoughts are disintegrating from my mind,
I find within myself a faith unmined
So strong I recall everything in time,
Fully prepared it is now time to shine,
The glance of the judge stills the growing din,
I draw my final breath as I begin.
Categories:
unmined, anxiety, beautiful, courage, peace,
Form: Sonnet
Bearing the laws once carved out in stone
there lies a treasure, safe on my shelf.
Countless promises, most yet unknown,
are found in this book like ore in a delf,
unopened, unmined - its knowledge I postpone.
Gathering dust, this idol, my "golden calf"
catches my eye but I leave it alone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Durable leather, skillfully sewn,
intricate artwork, many a graph,
elegant gilding, the author disowned.
Bare truth that can part the wheat from the chaff,
songs that could lighten heartache's sad drone,
message of hope written for mankind's behalf,
but bound by neglect, its mercy cannot atone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Categories:
unmined, 11th grade, bible,
Form: Verse
I sit here in my little cyberboat on this monstrous sea
of words and phrases,fed by all the electronic rivers
of the world. I've been here often and fished freely
and not without success. At times, I pulled out diverse
bits of tricky wordplay to express my moods, fears
and longings. I rowed out to a deeper area this evening
determined to set my poles right and send my hooks years,
many years deep, to find those expressions existing
in unmined dark depths that swim in light phosphorescent,
unmatched and of their own making, smart and competent,
all like you my friend, independent, beautiful and intelligent.
I returned to shore without a catch, no brightly relevant
words to express how lovely a few hours and a lunch could be,
how my heart skips at good-byes, how valuable you are to me.
Categories:
unmined, love, on writing and
Form: Sonnet