Hard rock, blue fire,
ignition point of
woman's desire;
make a man,
awaken greed,
break a man,
pay no heed to
the quagmire.
Diamond dog days,
finding new ways to
invest, digest,
obsess;
find, kill, steal,
possess.
In the end, it's still
hard rock, blue fire,
handed on to the next owner.
it's still
fruit of the earth,
spawn of death.
Great poem here, Dallas, that reminds me that life (just like jewels) is all about the attitude we have to it. It reminds me of what's said in the 'Conversations with God' books - enjoy everything and need nothing.
I hear you, Dallas. (Great name). Our jewels have value only because they are rare. We attach value to them; otherwise they are but rock, fruit. But we covet them. highly. And,as with all other material goods, only moreso, that becomes our downfall.
Too close to the flame and she's up in smoke. This poem is intricate and inspired I think. Life's obsessions give way in the end to peace at long last. Very colorful. Enjoyed it very much. J'nia
Diamonds are a girls best friend? Only a girl that's a bit shallow and wants money. Otherwise, it's a beautiful gesture from a loved one. Depends on who ya talk to.
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Incisive poem on the shallowness of a stone overvalued by man's materialism. Great write Dallas.
Cynthia
Be always safe,
Karen
Mary