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Poet Tasha
netskyIam

Let's make pearls
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instead of quarrels?
 2
 
 
Place a grain of sand inside me
 3
—bide a while—idle wild
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while my nature smooths the grit
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until it turns a pearl—or pit.
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I surrender—see your pearl?
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This gift for you—its glow is amber
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in the firelight on the beach
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all the nights the embers reach
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—for butter, salt, a bit of bread.
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My life was that—and this is said
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with no regrets—except that now
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I am devoured
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and so propose
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we dance on in the moontime pale
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strumming pearls of words on strings
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forgetting knots and without clasps.
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See our words float to the sky?
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Of many moons are human sighs.
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4 May 06

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Hasn't this posted a dozen times?
 — unknown

Probably--four times now.  When a poem gets spammed with personal attacks and hate (not commentary),
I take it down and put it up again, fresh and clean.
Thanks for allowing.
 — netskyIam

Tasha, let's make pearls
instead of quarrels?

Emplace a grain of sand inside me,
bide a while—idle wild
while my nature smoothes the grit
until it's grown a pearl (or pit).

I surrender, see your pearl?
This gift for you—its glow is amber
in the nighttime on the beach
before the fire as embers reach—

butter, salt, a bit of bread,
my life was that and this is said
with no regrets except
I am devoured

and now propose

we dance on in the moontime, pale,
strumming pearls of words on strings,
forgetting knots and without clasps.

See our words float to the sky?

Many moons are human sighs.



Reid, this version is absolutely beautiful, there is so much to admire and enjoy here
 — wantsaname

That's the newer and much better version, agreed.

Will put that up in place of the old version soon.

For now, they may be compared.
Thank you so much,  Ken.

Reid
 — netskyIam

-former, original for perspective only:
So much mischief's meted to him
not near equal to her matching
two not meant to be together—

Tasha, let's make pearls instead?

Put a grain of sand inside me,
bide a while—idle wild,
while my nature smoothes the grit
until it's grown a pearl (or pit).

Opened wide now, see your pearl?
This gift to you, its glow is amber
in the nighttime, on the beach,
before the fire as embers reach

for butter, salt, a bit of bread
—my life was all as has been said,
with no regrets except for this,
I am devoured, and so propose—
we dance on in the moontime, pale,
strumming pearls of words on strings,
forgetting knots and without clasps.

See our words float to the sky?

Many moons are human sighs.

===
 — netskyIam

revised 12/30/06
 — netskyIam

Reid, I tried to pocket this and take it home with me, but they stopped me at the front door.
 — unknown

Wonderful poem, the opening lines are simply gorgeous.
I use them whenever a family dispute begins, thanks for that Reido


Dear Tasha,  
    
let's make pearls  
instead of quarrels?  
  
 — unknown

"Wonderful poem, the opening lines are simply gorgeous.
I use them whenever a family dispute begins, thanks for that Reido"

Thanks for the finest compliment one could ever hope for: to have made a useful line for living.

The poem is retouched today, 26/7/07.  The title is now, "Poet Tasha".
Tasha is a poet at another board.  We are nowadays friendly.
 — netskyIam

Feeling this moon poem.  This is a day for moon poems, what's up with that?
 — Isabelle5

everyday is a day for moon poems.
 — mandolyn

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