Three of Diamonds

maia ramish pomegranaye

*image found HERE

Three of Diamonds

If you must cut me,
cut me in three.

My childish heart –
free of aconitum, then.

My pomegranate belly –
the pretties flower in the garden, then.

My wise head cracked would
then
be sky.

*From A Deck of Cards series.

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~ by Oloriel on April 29, 2015.

19 Responses to “Three of Diamonds”

  1. Prelepo je.

  2. I really love this, O! Minimalist yet deep with meaning and ideas, colours, and that ever present hint of melancholy. Beautiful!

  3. Amazing picture.

  4. What a wonderful trinity you have described.. but it’s better to stay united.

    • I completely agree! The three parts separate can do wonders, but even more when they are united into one whole ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Ah! Simple and elegant and yet multifaceted. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Beautiful.

  6. I have a question for you… How can you write such a POWERFUL poem in so few words? That definitely takes some skill. Another great piece by you! ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. Wonderful, powerful poetry!

  8. Wisdom into and beyond the sky dearest lady, Where our cracks will take us from the rough diamond to the sparkling gem. How hard it can be to choose which is more beautiful, beautiful Oloriel.

    • Thank you! I am glad that the poem inspires pondering ๐Ÿ™‚

      • You are welcome Oloriel.
        Yeah – it would be a bummer if a poem did NOT do that ๐Ÿ˜› I really DID enjoy this one – it struck deep with little. I can get bewildered by too many words at times. AND I needed this one at that moment. โค Thank YOU for being my moment.

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