She was a diamond

We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands.

She was a  Diamond
 
                               20 Nov. 1994
 
The drunk man toasts to better days.
We touched shot glasses.
I asked him.
Did he ever see a woman who shone like a diamond?
So bright  with hope and love.
She can bring you out of this hell?
My drunk friend just turns away.
 
I wander to a safe and quiet corner.
I remember her blue eyes.
Clear as a mountain stream.
Her flowing auburn hair.
Her beautiful smile that still can bring a smile back to me.
 
She was a baby in living.
I was soil with hate and disappointment.
Today I wonder why she came to me?
 
In a dark corner of a dancing Bar in Austin, Texas.
She came to me with a sweet smile.
She asks me.  Could I two-step a-bit?.
I told her I do my best.
 
She talks my ears off.
I listen to her beautiful voice.
She was full of dreams and hope.
We became friends.
 
She taught me laughter.
Taught me to hope and dreams again.
She was a diamond in a life.
Brought me out of my self made hell.
 
I may of taught her to view the world with different eyes.
She stood her ground.
Held on to her dreams.
She is something today.
Educated and helping people.
 
I wish to stand at a distance.
Her life loaded with real problems now.
 
I have hope.
A few dreams.
Maybe one day I will look into those blue eyes.
Thank her for her kindness and love.
 
Women are the reasons for good men to hold on to dreams.
 
I'm thankful.
I held a diamond in my hand.
Her hope and love overtook my heart.
                        
                                  Coyote
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A old poem when I was roaming Texas. Any mistakes. I would appreciate the help. A wise man is thankful for the assistance of others.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I quite liked this one...it was a story within a poem, and I truly loved the sentiment. We often don't know what we have had until we have let it slip through our fingers...then we write about it. Such is the life of a poet i suppose. You have crafted this with stark and gritty imagery that I truly appreciated. Well done.

[charlotte talley]

it is great the way it is. I like it. you write such beatiful poems and stories. I can relate to the title you gave her DIAMOND. yes she was a gem. good one. keep it up.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well o.k., I am going to give me edit of this poem, which you know full well I hate doing, so please take no offense my darling, it's mere suggestion, oh, I love it!

The drunk man toasts to better days.
We touched shot glasses.
I asked him.
Did he ever see a woman who shined like diamonds?
So bright with hope and love.
She can bring you out of hell?
My drunk friend turns away.

I wander to a safe lonely corner.
To remember her blue eyes.
Clear as a mountain stream.
Her flowing auburn hair.
Her beautiful smile that still brings hope back to me.

She was a baby in living.
I was soil with hate and disappointment.
Today I wonder why she came to me?

In a dark corner of a dancing Bar in Austin, Texas.
She came to me with a sweet smile.
She asks me. Could I two-step a-bit?.
I told her I would do my very best.

She talks my ears off.
I listen to her beautiful voice.
She was full of dreams and hope.
We became friends.

She taught me laughter.
Taught me to hope and dreams again.
She was a diamond in my life.
Brought me out of my self, my self made hell.

I may of taught her to view the world through different eyes.
She stood her ground.
Held on to her dreams.
She is something today.
Educated and helping people.

I wish to stand at a distance.
Her life loaded with real problems now.

I have hope.
A few dreams.
Maybe one day I will look into those blue eyes.
Thank her for her kindness and love.

Women are the reasons for good men to hold on to dreams.

I'm thankful.
I held diamonds in my hand.
Her hope and love overtook my heart.

[quinfinn]

cleverly worded and wonderfully written, this piece is an amazing testament to how one person can touch your life, your very soul. great job!

[Cynthia]

Its just wonderful, and beautiful! I love how you talks about how she means to you, how precious she is to you, its sweet! Diamond of a life, we all got one in our hands for sure, the most precious people in our life! I love why you talked about the drunk friend first, like the comparison :)
Nice written!

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Awesome write Coyote. I love the way the old guy looked at his diamond in life. The one who saved him from himself. Imagery is A+.

[Indigo Ribbon]

beautifully written! The last stanza was breathtaking, "I'm thankful./ I held a diamond in my hand./He hope and love overtook my heart". Though it seems there is more than just gratitude, even sorrow, regret for what you could have been, or done. Stunning work.

[Some Random Person.]

A great poem. You roamed Texas? Which part of the huge state? Lamisa? Austin? Odessa? Houston? Dallas? El Paso? I know too much of Texas... I of course live here.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A diamond always.

[E.Gleaves]

women are the reasons for good men to hold on to dreams. That's an amazing line.
This poem is very heart felt but it seems to only scratch the surface of someone so important to you. We know that she held on to her dreams and that's successful but not why things did not work out. Or if they did why you're standing at a distance while she lives her life. As the writer you can choose which questions to answer and which not to, but by inferring somethings you can capture your readers attention more than you've already have