in this way
behind the museum glass, i see the clay jar
the shards that encased the treasure
the small bronze plaque declaring the dates
of loss and discovery
does not claim to know the location
i see the jewels in my mind's eye, red and blue they glowed
i felt their heaviness in my hand, know their weight
in my heart
i can not stop my face turning to the morning sun,
and my lips still stain red with wine and laughter
even as my eyes pool to the depths
in search of lost treasure
jda
posted by Jen @ 4:47 PM
5 Comments:
Continuing to hold your family close in spirit and love. Nancy B.
This treasure - too delicate yet to fathom though the heat of its rarity warms and glows even below the surface. We know its giftedness and we are proud to have held it in our hands for,lo, too short a time. GGV
I think that poem tells all there is to tell right now...how do you stop living when you are among the living but your soul and heart search elsewhere for that which you have lost? You don't stop living, you find a way to make the pain a part of joy and bring all the joy that Zaya brought to you forward...bring to the day you live - each of them. love andi
It's good to see you're still here sharing your words as the journey continues. And your words continue to be amazing. We're all still thinking of you all, and will continue to.
Love, Jon
Is it possible that an ordinary person can express such mystery, so eloquently. Jen you leave us to our thoughts as we plumb the depths of your words. Thank you so much for this gift. We have not forgotten you(plural).
We have told you that you are a gifted writer. I hope that you can believe us and don't doubt yourself and your talent. You are destined for something wonderful.
Sandy
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