Clark Dark

All That Glitters...

Prospecting for gold
there’s a flash in my pan.
It glints, I gladden, it glitters...
portentously.

Still yet convinced
I question, are you real,
or do you merely mimic
the end at my rainbow.

Enchantingly, you retort.
Are you not a prospector?
Does not my sheen
or your erection inform you.

I am at odds.
You have the presence
of gold, yet I know of pyrite.
Just never knew,

how to distinguish between the two.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (5/25/2019 6:16:00 PM)

    Write comment. A good start, Clark Dark. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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  • Keith Hendrickson (1/2/2009 1:44:00 AM)

    great poem. hope to see more like it

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