Exemplars

One feels excessive
When ignored,
Like a used paper cup
Washed against a clog
Blocking a storm drain
Which will finish its
Descent with an outburst
Of rain and a thunderclap
Causing tender ears pain.

Who we are is a blessing,
For we tumble like rocks
In a polishing canister
Until our sharp edges curve,
Beautiful colors gleam,
On our smooth surfaces,
After time expended in
Bringing us through study,
Toil, trouble, to inspiration.

None is expendable,
Gifts arranged like jewelry,
In a showcase accrued
Throughout hours become
Profitable, years when those
Who dream unfettered, sparkle
Like platinum starburst,
Proving love is the attribute
Most attractive and affirming.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Jonquils
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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