Evening Walk

There were diamonds on the water
and she wanted them

But these were not here
to rest in her hands

They travel with the sun
and the insistent tide

Riches she could not hold
would have to be visited again
near the shore, on the morrow

About This Poem

Last Few Words: You never know when and where creativity will visit. Walking with my wife today, she commented on the sun's reflection on the water - like diamonds, and how she wished she could take them home - a beautiful day to be sure!

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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski

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Comments

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This is where we learn about creativity and wealth. Riches are not always to be held, they sometimes take the form of thoughts spoken and listened to. I like this, much! ~ Geez.
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