Six gemstones to cherish in a cynical world:
One a streaky, blue - green miniature globe
That radiates with all forms of teeming life;
One pure white: a gift of innocence and wonder;
To clutch tightly during pitch- black, starless nights;
One fiery orange that contains within it
The power and innumerable secrets of the sun;
Another, as blood red as a rose, that courses
Through Nature's veins like summer's wine;
And two golden ones left, to burnish the eyes of a sphinx.
Wow! Brilliant poetry writing on display here Dominic. A poem to truly enthral and captivate. Your great poetry imagination has no and knows no bounds, the way a great poet should think and never be scared of any criticism, the torpedoes and all that. I wish more people on this site make the effort and time whenever possible to read an/your original and breath-taking poem.10++ and quickly added to my favourites.
Streaky blue- green miniature globe- awesome description Radiates all form of teeming life... so true. One pure white... Lost...of sadness description too mesmerizing One fiery red orange...burnish the eye of sphinx... hopeful. Too good. Admirations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks guys...this is an old poem that I've reworked slightly. It was composed on a poetry retreat several years ago as part of a creative writing exercise.