POETRY: 'Cubic Zirconium' by George Abraham

“Cubic Zirconium”
By George Abraham

Perhaps it’s like pulling stones off of earrings,
Childishly,
Thinking they’re diamonds-
Gazing with naivety and
Caressing each square inch as if there’s
Something special here,
Only to realize that, in truth, these gems are
Cubic Zirconium-

Or perhaps it’s like finding a lost sibling
After searching for hours amongst a
Crowd of thousands of people
And feeling relieved, yet
Angry
At the same time since he was
Stupid enough to run off when you
Weren’t expecting it.

Or perhaps, it’s like getting to the center of a tootsie pop
Just to realize all you have left is a
Damp wad of spherical chocolate taffy-
Just as the wrapper advertised.

Or perhaps, it’s less playful-
Perhaps it’s like searching through the trash
On a rainy day
Only to find your soul in the midst of the
Rot and decay-
Perhaps that is what writing poetry is like.
Because, sometimes, the poet’s search for
Truth
Isn’t easy to conquer;
Sometimes, the truth is just too obvious, too cliché;
Sometimes it is unable to be grasped;

And Sometimes, the poet wanders
For days and nights
Only to realize there is no diamond to be found;
Just cubic zirconium.

Copyright 2013| George Abraham