The price we pay
for exquisite secrets
is exorbitant
In private rooms,
we are fleeced.
Far from the madding crowd
at the bazaar, there we are,
sheepsih and sly
Seeking to strike a deal
but with... Whom?
A diamond truth
is up for auction
for those with diamond hearts
To kiss a mystery,
a miracle to hoard
Naturally, is well beyond
what we ever dreamed
we could afford
We give our lives for such
shuddering intimacies
And hope and pray
our lives will be enough,
the balance cancelled
The guardian of the riddle
must only speak in riddles.
[original picture taken in the mountains of Colombia]
knowing people heart are somehow hard at times, if the person is not real to you.
Good poems 🥰
It reminds me of the type of secret people wish they could un-learn. I don't think I fully understood this poem but that adds to the mystery of it too (it has its own riddles).
Thank you, for reading, friend. I was thinking of mystical truths, that we must give our lives to learn (die before we die). But, as you know, the author is not the sole authority on a poem and it's open to interpretation.
Hope this finds you in good health and creative.🙏
Ah, that makes sense. And thanks, I hope you’re in good health and feeling creative too ✨☮️✨.
Adjusting to farm life and giving thanks for the countless blessings :)
A very deep poem my friend, it touched my heart. A hug and happy weekend my friend.
Thank you, be well.
ÇOK GÜZEL BİR ŞİİR. TEBRİKLER
English, please?
Una verdad de diamantes esta en subasta para aquellos que tienen corazones de diamantes, el cambio no es equitativo pero si es real. Saludos..
English?
A truth of diamonds is up for auction for those who have hearts of diamonds, the change is not fair but it is real. Greetings..
Greetings, and thanks, for this interesting comment. May we polish our hearts until the diamond shines... Bless you 🙏