Simple things are not so
More behind the veil of the past.
Could explain the fissures.
More than can be spoken,
Still hidden,
Must remain buried,
For now.
Like an archeologist I’m at the dig site
Coal and diamonds are there.
Fear holds me back,
From my memories
I don’t think I can lift up the pick,
It must happen another day
Based on the prompt from Read Write Poem, "I Don't Think I can"
http://readwritepoem.org/2009/04/29/napowrimo-29-i-dont-think-i-can/
April 29, 2009
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6 comments:
Nice metaphor. I'm getting to the stage where I'm more worried about forgetting than remembering.
It has been so nice finding your weblog this napowrimo month and enjoying your poetry. I love your honesty.
Great metaphor. I like where you take it.
I like the image of digging with a pick to find buried memories. The poem has a heavy feel full of exhaustion.
good write.....but dont let "the fear hold you back"
Beautiful. I love the metaphor, it fits so well. Thank you for this!
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