I actually like this poem.
My Precious Rough by Sir Nicholas Schram
I arose -
The vibrant tune of a bat’s morning ballad.
Behind eyes closed
I swallow -
The sweet greens, salty blues;
Smile soft, an exhale blow.
Silently, I stroll -
The beach of riches,
Glittering the truth of soul.
My tacit admiration -
These diamond tides)
Meets power indignation
From the beauty I find -
A simple stone, dirty and crude:
My precious rough
In a diamond mine.
This came out rather quickly during English today, with very little editing... I find myself surprisingly pleased with it. But what do I know. How about YOUR feedback?
I arose -
The vibrant tune of a bat’s morning ballad.
Behind eyes closed
I swallow -
The sweet greens, salty blues;
Smile soft, an exhale blow.
Silently, I stroll -
The beach of riches,
Glittering the truth of soul.
My tacit admiration -
These diamond tides)
Meets power indignation
From the beauty I find -
A simple stone, dirty and crude:
My precious rough
In a diamond mine.
This came out rather quickly during English today, with very little editing... I find myself surprisingly pleased with it. But what do I know. How about YOUR feedback?