Secrets are not to be played with.
Yours, mine, ours, theirs -
Turn a stone over at your own risk, not mine
(nor my own expense),
nor anyone else's.
Prompt me to speak,
I won't if it's about a secret.
A lie, perhaps.
A yarn? Hell, yes, please!
But bury your secrets deeper than you do your dead.
Mine are deeper still.
Miners are still looking for my little diamonds,
rough as they may be.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Secrets are not to be played with.
Yours, mine, ours, theirs -
Turn a stone over at your own risk, not mine
(nor my own expense),
nor anyone else's.
Prompt me to speak,
I won't if it's about a secret.
A lie, perhaps.
A yarn? Hell, yes, please!
But bury your secrets deeper than you do your dead.
Mine are deeper still.
Miners are still looking for my little diamonds,
rough as they may be.
Prompt 7 for National Poetry Month
