Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Diamonds Are From Forever - Poem by Michael Shepherd

Silent, they speak
of the elemental:
clear as water, clear as air,
bright as fire, sparkling as sunlight,
hot from the Sun, cold as ice,
yet created out of blackest earth
by forces beyond our imagination

and I wouldn’t be surprised
if one day they’ll be found
to emit a sound so far beyond heard sound
that only dolphins and eagles may
hear it a thousand miles away and smile;
elemental, the most beautiful paradox
of the so practical, created world

and sparkling at the throat, on ears,
the haloed tiara on the up-piled hair,
but most of all, upon the outstretched finger - look -
silent, they speak: he loves me; or,
I am loved; or, this is the love
I draw to me; or, this is the love
I have in me to give

silent, they speak
of the spark of a severed sun,
spinning a solar system of such
solemn, sparkling paradox – a burning Sun,
a fertile planet Earth, revolving
around each other like forever lovers
who need each other to be one -
an incandescent mass of already
cooling planet beyond all
measured heat; of something

even beyond paradox, that could create
by laws of nature which we can only now begin to imitate,
something so ordinary a pebble yet
so beautiful when polished, treasured,
that it’s a metaphor for love;
silent, sparkling with
the laughing, bright-eyed question -

who created love?

Comments about Diamonds Are From Forever by Michael Shepherd

  • Brian Jani (6/20/2014 4:01:00 PM)

    Your imaginative poetic style is exactly what makes this poem simply a masterpiece , well done man! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (2/9/2006 5:45:00 AM)

    Nice read Mike, great Poem dave (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (1/30/2006 12:24:00 PM)

    Excellent Michael, you obviously know your diamonds. A very well cut poem, set in gold. Loved it immensely. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (1/30/2006 10:03:00 AM)

    This poem sparkles, Michael, from the first line to the last and it is clear to see why diamonds represent love. This is a grand tiara of a poem.

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  • (1/30/2006 9:52:00 AM)

    Dancing words. Regards, Gina. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, January 30, 2006

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