Do you ever like jewelry? From time to time, I have found myself unable to resist the treasured allure and outright attractiveness of certain creations. After I retired early while finishing up my screenplay, I realized that I have no memory left. If you read my book, you will know the entire truth. When looking at the jewelry pictured above, from what I recall, those three items are now in storage along with a few solid silver coins. I have come to know now that almost all jewelry is overpriced by at least 1/2 to 2/3rds or more, than any actual value inherent in these baubles, beyond the dramatic look and fabulous appeal would maintain. So, within the realization that so much is simply what is termed as being “costume” jewelry, the whole idea would be to feel so wonderfully excellent, while not washing your hands excessively, or actually showering while wearing a gold-plated item. The original look of these prized creations will actually stay with you into eternity. I still recall the wonder of pleasure after opening and gazing upon any of those prized possessions. It was the small pinky ring that I failed to take care of, the way that I should have. If I recall correctly my neighbor’s parent’s bought him a ring that he eventually turned over to me. That was back around 1970. It was in 1969 that Dave sold that buddy a frozen fudgy treat. To be honest then, I actually like looking at jewelry more so than wearing it. I had no poem of the day yesterday so that attempt has failed. I will today though to offer up a new one.
Deep within a closed off conscience, a bitter taste of burned in sorrow, it’s final grasp for no tomorrow, let’s flow toward the silent-hints, in now merging and clutched and clinging, to a trodden hard rock path of time’s hollowed, shallow ringing, only just and righteous framing, allow forgiveness without shaming.
I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star 