As you know, a pearl is made
from an oyster’s anger,
that grit of sand that sends the poor thing
into a conniption fit until it
spits forth a tiny globe of luminescence.
In my silk bag are many pearls,
spun from disappointments, regrets,
betrayals, failures, and fear,
still glowing under their milky skin,
strung together by the strand of my life,
still glowing, but now cooled to the touch.
Lori Gloyd (c) 2006
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June 22, 2006 at 7:59 am
Heather Blakey
Perhaps you could sit with your bag and count the pearls and sort them in your personal journal Lori. This really is a lovely metaphor and the idea of having a strand of pearls to wear is just wonderful.
June 22, 2006 at 1:11 pm
lorigloyd
THANKS HEATHER. HOWEVER, IT IS REALLY HARD TO DEAL WITH SOME OF THESE ISSUES ESPECIALLY IN A PUBLIC FORUM. I’LL CONSIDER IT.
June 22, 2006 at 1:23 pm
Heather Blakey
oh no Lori. Sort them in a personal journal – not in this forum sweetie. I wouldn’t suggest doing something I would not do myself.
June 22, 2006 at 1:31 pm
lorigloyd
Ah, that I can do! An illustrated personal journal…..
June 22, 2006 at 11:11 pm
porchsitter
Nice job, Lori. Your poem sets me thinking about how to turn the negative events in our lives into something good–if an oyster can do it why not us? 🙂 It is a wonderful idea for a journal.
June 23, 2006 at 2:01 am
gailkav
Beautiful, Lori.
June 24, 2006 at 1:12 am
cronelogical
Serendipity? I posted on my cronelogical blog a piece about my talisman yesterday. No pearl mine but a piece of watered stone. Do you have some of these too? Fran
October 26, 2006 at 2:39 pm
Soulwright
I love the imagery of the pearl – the result of an irritation or the desire to encapsulate something that is painful.
Not to be contrary and with no intention to offend – with a desire to communicate and share our differences…I am trying to work towards *not* calcifying. Much of my life I kept track and kept score and counted. After I sacrificed the scroll of my life to the fire, all those descansos left me…
Of course I am already filling up my silk bag again – but it was a tremendous unburdening. The scroll of my life had a few pearls, but they were not lovely like yours – perhaps that is why I burned them.
Because this place is now private, I hope I can speak from my heart and you will listen with the ears of your heart.
Love,
Julie
October 26, 2006 at 2:48 pm
Soulwright
Lori,
Forgive my insensitivity above – I didn’t realize there was a prompt that generated this. now that I am seeing your words as a response to that – your pearls are taking on a whole new luminenscence and numinosity. What a fine strand they are.
Julie
October 26, 2006 at 7:59 pm
lorigloyd
No offense taken. I am delighted that you took the time to read my work. I would rather have someone disagree with me than to not be affected at all by what I express.
October 26, 2006 at 10:20 pm
Soulwright
whew! I was sweating bullets – wondering if I could speak from my heart here in this place of elders…