Digging

From the Collection, Callous, in Spring

J L Carey Jr
Franklin N.C. was like any old pit
Natural beauty pocked with poverty
Lacklustering in gross inequity

We traipsed about in the staining red clay
Hoping to unearth some brilliant jewel,
Black dust or even a small flake of gold

Avoiding those loose roadside slews in town
Who's salted pails sat pre-marked and rationed
With the lapidarists shards and discards

Digging in the crystal cold mountain air
We found something grander than pink sapphires
Something worth more than any carrot weight

That grit in our teeth and below the nails
While reminiscing with Norm the mine hand
We struck that rich vein to humanity

Published by J L Carey Jr

J L Carey Jr, Author of the book Turning Pages, is a writer and an artist living in Michigan with his wife and three children. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from National University and a BA in Englis...  View profile

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  • Heather Kristina Thomas8/28/2009

    Great poem!

  • David A. Reinstein, LCSW8/28/2009

    INside/outside. One of my favorite themes and one you have developed very well here!

  • Shirley Mandel8/26/2009

    The first two lines remind me of where I live, "Natural beauty pocked with poverty." There are little pockets of poverty like this all over the U.S.. I connect with this poem.

  • Greenhill8/22/2009

    great poem, I've been to Franklin NC

  • Greenhill8/22/2009

    grat poem, I've been to Franklin NC

  • Shaheen Darr8/21/2009

    very deep as always, full of wonderful imagery, brilliant

  • Nora8/21/2009

    Nice poem.

  • Tina Twito8/20/2009

    Richly written!(Pun not intentded, but noted.) What an experience! We were up that way, but time constraints kept us digging. (Gemstones and cider! Who could ask for more?)

  • Walton S. Tissot8/20/2009

    Great poem! I know Franklin NC. .....Wish I had some hot cider...

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