Sparkles in Cement

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 21 - "Useless Questions"

"Do something with one of these, or (really the better idea) come up with your own question.

In any case, your title should be a question. The whole thing could be questionable, if you like.


why don’t we have electricity?

is it okay to use a false identity?

what does a museum want?

will you remember to water it?

is Virginia tired?

do what if it runs?

Why do my eyes 
see glittering diamonds 
on sun-drenched concrete?
Cold Winter day, brilliant
in sunlight.  I walk down
a cement block in Manhattan.
and dull gray sparkles
with tiny pinpoints
of jewels. 

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Sparkles in Cement

  1. Lisa says:

    It must be the positive outlook, seeing diamonds where there was only concrete. Those tiny grains of mica or quartz to look pretty in certain light.


  2. Misky says:

    Now I am going to be humming that song, She has diamonds on the soles of her shoes… 🎶


  3. Jules says:

    Ah, yes, the bits of quartz reflecting the sun. Maybe touching the right combinations will open the fae door? I’m sure there are fairies in New York. 😀


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