Thursday, August 27, 2020

Unpolished

A nugget of coalesced crystal unearthed exposed
Liberated, dislodged from layers of sedimentary repose
Raw, natural, unrefined precious rock of potential
Hard, clear, inelegant yet special.
 
I fear the jeweler, what he needs do
I fear the cuts, the grind, the hew
To refine is to diminish
To cut is to finish
As is, the future unfolds of promise infinite
To cut is to fix, to imprison, to limit
 
As it stands the nugget is free in its own beauty
Later to be set and encased as jewelry
The jewel is beautiful even amidst the mire
Without the chisel needing to bring out the fire.
 
 
Keats
27 August 2020

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