Into the furnace
Create the vibration of hope
And a sweet clear note of possibility
As molten dioptase crystals from loosed clustered prisms
Kiss cherished emerald alluvial veins protesting the aroma of shattered anthems
As the red fire demands
Sorrowing melted beryl once adorned
Still adored
Resolved in a remembered jewel
For suffering doubt is crushed by voices of crystallized luster
Entangled within an eternal gem
For trembled joy from above
Follows where beauty reflects
All that is lost and discovered in the glow of your emerald eternal light.
—
Written for Poets United
Life From A Park Bench 
The “you” in the last line startled me! Is the narrator talking to a gem, the shattered remains of heated gems, or a person who like the Emerald and its look alikes can not take the heat of the furnace? I felt witness to a sensual alchemy as I read your poem and anticipated the creation of something lovely that/who never before graced the earth. Read as allegory, we who survive the heat are transformed into life affirming gems, and I love that they are green.
trembling joy follows where beauty reflects…
def a fav line in this…there is some nice wisdom in that…
Alan,
The beauty captured in various modes of captured light, is reflected so meaningfully in your poem. The emerald, what it represents in terms of its gem connections, and the love given in its gift.
An excellent response Alan:)
Eileen
Yes, gorgeous things, emeralds!
‘All that is lost and discovered in the glow of your emerald eternal light.’ ~ I enjoyed the poignant images of love, lust, sorrow crystallized in the emerald gems.
Beautiful indeed. Sounds so spiritual when one reads it silently or out loud.