Saturday, April 24, 2010

fire opal

I am wearing the beautiful fire opal earrings and necklace he gave me. This gem could be mistaken for turquoise except for its brilliance. Yet I am conflicted about wearing jewelry given to me by a man who presented them with such affection and who no longer returns my calls.

I didn't want to hurt him by returning his gifts, though I am unsure whether it is right for me to continue adorning myself with his love tokens.

fire opal
the spark
snuffed

5 comments:

Magyar said...

ashes
the dust of flames
this fire gone to coals
and echoes of my calling voice
silent

Magyar said...

Legjobb kivansag, baratom Nora. _Magyar

nora said...

Thank you, dear Magyar. This a form that is escaping me. What is it? Very well put. And I believe this is a Hungarian greeting?

Diane Mayr said...

In case Magyar doesn't get back to you, the form is a cinquain. Five lines of 2-4-6-8-2 syllables.

And my opinion? A beautiful gift is still beautiful no matter what comes after, so wear it as a celebration of its beauty. --Diane

nora said...

Thank you, Diane!