Diamonds Poem by Tom Billsborough
Diamonds
Many copy but few create that pure carbon
By immense pressure wrought in the dark earth
Of the consciousness.
Lying there for years unseen, unless
You concentrate your will into a single point
Of light, and drill beneath the layered seams
Of learned behaviour and of automatic rhyme,
And by your meditation find
The origin and source of who you are
And bring it sparklingly to light.
Ahhh....great metaphoric meditation, Tom. Your vision of self-actualization through self-discovery as the formation of diamond is brilliant, if I may extend your metaphor to this sentence. :) Diamonds are ultimately precious, a pinnacle of geologic beauty and form, and one of the hardest substances naturally occurring. To see the product of self-discovery as such an element is to reinforce an oft-overlooked but extremely valuable insight, like a diamond buried in the earth. Something to find and treasure. I love the vivid applications of the metaphor; as always stunningly executed, Tom. Bravo! :) S
I think we are seekers after the diamonds buried in our sub-conscious. To find a form of words durable and many faceted that radiates our intent. You are very perceptive and I thank you for your comments, Seamus.
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I would like to translate this poem
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6/16/2024 2:31:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a poem like a diamond is forever? ...........well penned.