Saturday, October 24, 2009

Without Light

my head is full of diamonds

that cannot be fished with a net

they fall through the holes

clatter in a flurry

of sharp tumbles

he offers tweezers

to grip them like eyelashes

but I am afraid of scratches

and memory loss

so I leave them

in the darkness

and wonder

if there is no light,

are they even diamonds anymore

1 comment:

norm said...

oh, jamie, where are you finding all these beautiful poems?

they are pouring across this unsettled sky and lighting the way to winter's white splendor....