Pearls Before Swine

By PoeticMeditations

A vein cut open – each drop of blood
Pools upon the page to form each word.

Lovingly handcrafted into lines,
Aged in oaken barrels like fine wine.

Till meaning and form merge into one
Diamond brilliance to match the sun.

Pearls strung together in form and rhyme
Poet! Do not cast them before swine.

About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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