Jewels
After a night of memory brought on by reflections from College in 1966
opening a treasure chest of growth & understanding
Jewels
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Strange how knowledge
Like a grain of sand
In an oyster turns
To a pearl
Sometimes so perfectly
That humans have cultured dirt
To be perfectly round
To round the lady’s neck
Or hang from her ears
Or glisten on a gentleman’s cuffs
How perfect an example
That even in the wild
The growth of our human minds
Hearts and what we call souls
Begin with a grain, a suspicion
You might say
That this speck of refuse
Inside insight becomes
As in the oyster
A nugget of knowledge
As we grow, as we learn
Gather pearls of knowledge
To find ourselves, selfless sometimes
Sometimes baroque or oddly shaped
Uniquely yours and often
In a round glowing necklace uni-form
As I look back on the jewelry box
Of my life I see, patterns
That create who is me
Some tied me up
As I sought to be free
Instilled in the shell
Of the body that is me . . .
©james m. frase-white Thursday 10 April 2028
Photo above is of a sculpture, Gracious Lady, that
no longer exists, with sunrise painting behind from my show at
The Newburyport Art Association in 1989
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