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The Conundrum of the Pearl

Updated on April 19, 2012

What to do

with this precious of mine

is it noble to keep to my self

how to judge with whom to share

how not to feel it

when acceptance isn't there

how to feel steel

how to grow cold

giving it to all

protecting inside

marching on

till a match is found

and this little round thing

has a place

I have more

much more

my trove is full

but this pearl

meant not to go astray

may save some one

from the whip of the debt collector

their soul's debt to pay

surely worth the cold

for my brother

embrace the steel

searching the day long

into the evening

till the pearls

paid for with blood

have done their work

amongst the swine and eagles

who play together in the mud

till telling them apart

seems a fruitless endeavor

so on we go.


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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      lol Sligobay, It is interesting how you saw yourself as the peal or forming the pearl but not the owner of the pearl and the dispenser and dealer of pearls. It also may help that I was not referring to literal pearls but to knowledge and enlightenment that forms as a pearl in just the way you describe.

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      sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

      The Conundrum of which you speak is lost on me. To keep my luster and value or to surrender it to others to satisfy some debt to the debt collectors or perceived obligation to others seems to shape the quandary.

      As a pearl formed by a sandy irritant, my flesh surrounds the invader and exudes a healing lubricant to protect my soft underbelly from continuous irritation. My own excrement heals my wound over time until this clam's flesh is salved with the jewel of acceptance and accommodation.

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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      Nellieanna your hugs, even in digital insubstantial form make me smile and inspires me to continue. I try to be true to my best self while admitting that my worst selves also linger a bit.

      Pearldiver it has been a while my friend. I have missed your presence but then I took a hiatus as well so cant say much.

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      Pearldiver 6 years ago

      Well I would have to read a poem with such a title I guess. Very interesting work.. I don't abide fools either! Thanks for sharing your talent... take care.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      I'm in favor of being true to oneself, although sometimes it requires balance, which I also know is among your strong convictions. A chill pill might be in order if it seems to be to you. I've no way to know that, though. :) Hugs

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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      Man my spelling sucked on that last response. I know you know I feel things very strongly. I appreciate your calming voice and rational dialog. I need to chill when I feel something strongly. Must find chill pill.... Maybe later.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      I understand. I simply reported my response. Your poem is lovely and expresses much real & honest conviction, which my comments don't necessarily impact.

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      Jaggedfrost 6 years ago

      Lol dissapointment and recognition of the struggle are all I was exaggerating. Clear sight and judgmental look the sme on the outside. One is most often an ideal. The other is judged on false pretenses. It is true that open condemnation is never called for unless duelly authorized. The process of doing what is right as discribedd above is overly simplified but then this was a poem meant for general consumption.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      Sad but judgmental. Patience, perhaps, is indicated dear JF. Discouragement may be the Devil's best tool.

      Forgive me if I misjudge!