UNDISCOVERED JEWEL

Folder: 
BARD'S SHARDS

 

The undiscovered jewel

lays deep in the attic;

a Van Gogh original

buried for generations

 

It’s there waiting to be found

begging to be found

but no one is

even looking for it

 

There is no search party

or untamed explorers

trekking through the abyss

of abnormal psychology

 

but in the treasure chest

of Jungian thought

and Freudian despair

there is a key to paradise

 

and one even looks for it

Everyone is on

Wall Street pondering stocks

or hiding in Old Macy’s store

 

and Santa has yet

to make an appearance

but the precious stones

are laying in wait

 

buried in the basement

hiding out in

the closets of the attic

the diamonds; the emeralds

glisten in wait

 

It’s all there

but for a moment’s notice

waiting for Ponce de Leon

or whoever else

whoever else, anyone else

 

and the pirates

search the 7 seas

and the gold diggers

are all heading West

 

and in the storage room;

forgotten lays

the key to paradise

and no one has a clue

as everyone goes Hollywood

or maybe E. London

 

thru Beverly Hills

and the Swiss Alps

do the trendy trek

and in an instant

they are THERE

then it’s all pulled away

 

but the true treasures

lay buried on Library shelves;

the bathrooms of gas stations

the unfurnished attics

 

it’s the intangible forces

that keep us all bound

together in humanity

 

that ever so precious jewel

still unseen laying await

and no one has

the key to the attic

 

no one has the gumption

to search for the answers

in those little unexpected

unsuspected places

where the light of day

usually shines unnoticed

 

 

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