Poem -
Thoughts on silver
Silver is the moon's color,
calling goddesses to disperse
their energies amongst mortals.
Silver and turquoise rings, silver clasps, silver and pearl earrings,
silver bracelets, their glamour sparks me to acts of creation
and kindness.
When dark temper threatens,
silver shines the way out of mazes
in my overwrought brain.
Silverware stolen,
Gorham Orange Blossom.
Lesson well learned, I don't hide silver anymore.
Polishing silver stills me,
removing tarnish that dims light,
leaving tarnish in shadow to emphasize patterns.
Silver heightens other colors,
Silver is vitalizing, a reward for striving,
an element not so common, and still found in the earth.
Silver outlives us all.
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Hey Susan!!....... great read........ Silver was the original world currency.......... it helped colonize new worlds and nations as currency for trade......... you did it lovely justice here........... well done my friend!!.......... smiles.............T xo
Hi T! Thank you for the read, and the encouragement! I didn't know silver was the original world currency, but when I think about it, makes sense! I used to have some silver coins, but they have been lost in the shuffle of my life. I tend to think of silver with jewelry, as I'm sure you picked up from the poem! Always appreciate your comments, and the time you take to read my work! Smiles back to you, T! xoxo Susan