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Niobe Sep 2017
I see the sky crack open
And try to paint it closed with starlight,

But lo and behold it does not wish
To mend itself tonight,

And as it falls so gracefully,
I watch the sea lap at the city's ticklish toes.

Serene as ever, but still deep with mischief,
The sea plays with the city until it is bright with light

Of laughter and joy
Until it decides if it should sleep this night.

Sonewhere in the distance sits something,
What? Nobody knows,

But it sits there in waiting,
Like a sanguine sentinel, somehow hopeful.

And mark my words,
The cracking sky opens, opals

Pouring from an endless beyond
Just to shake hands with a never ending sea.
It is how the sky reaches out to the sea:

For once, just once,
I wish it would reach for me.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Perhaps I am simple
I love simple things
Glass, blown or slubbed
Crystal or colored
Cobalt
Emerald
Cranberry
Rose
Sparkling in sunlight
Catching the flame
These simple pleasures
Bring me joy
As much as any gem

Exception, the Opal
Begins life as water
Seeps into stone
Becomes over time
Fire within water
Shadow of aeons
Life within stone
Water gone solid
As solid as glass,
and as fragile

4Apr2002
I wrote this poem after collecting shells and beach glass one afternoon.  Opals are my birth stone and have long been favorites.
I have read this poem in public many times but this is the first time it appears in print.
Sally A Bayan May 2015
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Wine glass lay empty
toppled on the ground...its edge
smeared with red lipstick

Luster braved the dark
opals, sapphires couldn't hide
a face...so lovely

Stilled...supine...voiceless
stripped of fame...name...evil game!
success? envy? shame?

Opals, bright sapphires,
graced her neck...muted...like the
doe-eyed beauty...dead.


Sally
Copyright April 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***haikus from a longer poem...***

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