Thursday, January 2, 2014

Uncommon Worth

By Mark Bishop

Coincidental meetings and happy greetings
spur horses of friendship and long manes of correspondence
brushed and splotched as stars on night's canvas
to find in the bramble such flowers as these

it is a rare thing

Syrupy black words worth their weight in gold
pumped in full authenticity from the broken red craigs
treasured, refined, distilled and drank down
to find in such a flower nectar so sweet

it is rarer still

Diamonds, lacking purses big enough to swallow them
languor near a caverns silent stream chamered by the stone 
longing to be seen
daring soft hands and fickle feet to delve and there uncover from blackest coal that which is precious

these are everywhere

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