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Diamondized
So when I die my ashes can be compressed
and cleaned and glazed into a shiny bauble
to be worn on my wife's finger: an ever-dazzling
gleam in her mournful eye. Perhaps they'll
diamondize my eye, so I will stare unblinkingly
into the faces of admirers, and watch
with decaying glee the looks of horror
that emerge with the truth: I wasn't mined,
I was reborn as a faceted phoenix.
Perhaps my heart will be forever in this
refined state, beating through the
perfect facets of my twinkling prison:
we all mourn in our own ways;
some are just rich enough to enjoy it.
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Comment by: - 2006-09-06 07:11
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I did enjoy this poem, especially the 'in media res' opening. Please forgive if I offend, I would love to see another version a bit less 'prosey'.. i.e. eliminate words like 'with, are, the' - phrases like 'will be'...
But regardless, reads very well. |
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Comment by: - 2006-09-02 03:44
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| I love the faceted phoenix line! It's an amazing poem. |
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Really enjoyed this, in particular the last 2 lines.
Being reincarnated as a diamond certainly beats being shoved into a hole in the ground. |
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