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"Buried Treasure"
by Max PhineasReaching upward, I snatch the setting Sun
from its hovering place overhead.
And a sky sprinkled pink with remaining rays of light
Dims to black
As I smash it into a million shards
of glass, glowing a translucent orange.
And I scatter the pieces,
Burying them beneath the dunes.
For I long to see the elation of a child-
Who goes through his life kicking sand-
As he unearths his own piece of sunlight. 03/08/2006 Author's Note: Sunlight for everyone!
Posted on 03/09/2006
Copyright © 2026 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rebecca Lin on 03/10/06 at 03:51 AM Beautiful imagery and diction wraps up into a piece of art! Everything of yours flows so nicely. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/14/06 at 01:45 AM Divine vividness...I just lingered, especially I do love the way the last verse comes...the picture doesn't leave me. Wonderful poem! |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 03/17/06 at 03:17 PM Excellent little piece, and I'm glad to help it into the top 10 he he. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/13/06 at 02:29 AM Really impressive and powerful. I love the directness and the strength of imagination that
you have here. Thanks to "poem of the day" I know your poetry and that you can do this! This is the real power of poetry, and what makes it endure and give light to others now--and in time to come. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 10/13/06 at 05:56 AM clever syntax, fantastic imagery. what a delight! congrats on POTD! a truly beautiful work. PK |
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