[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Jewels
I have to go down to the groundand put my feet on bare earth
to feel the living moment.
I have each of these moments ready
to become precious jewels of memory.
I have all of them, held in one open hand
for jewels will always turn into butterflies
that rise up towards a new sun.
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