the bracelet
the bracelet fits perfectly
as if handcrafted
just for me
i found the bracelet
buried two feet deep
in my neighbor’s wooded
lot as i transgressed
with metal detector in hand
hoping to find pieces
from a past
i could somehow
put back together
within the safety
of my own property
i bring the bracelet
back to life
and pray its magic
will never end
february two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
from quest to treasure to magic to faith to eternal into oblivion… Very nice post and great reading. Enjoy visiting Matt!
Thank you so very much, Gavriel.
For me, it spoke of digging deep to pick pieces of a shattered and buried life and making sense of it – and with closure, new life springs and hope blossoms as I nurture it with prayer
Eric, thank you so much for putting this piece into beautiful perspective. JW
buried treasure! really like this – the choice of the word ‘transgressed’ rather than trespassed was wonderful -beautiful poem, John – K
A very intuitive comment, Katherine, since my original draft did use the word “trespassed.” Thanks so much for visiting and commenting. JW
Another one of yours that I really like. I like the simplicity of your writing. I like the idea of something somewhat stolen.
Thanks so much for the lovely comment, Lucy, and for stopping by little poetry world. JW