It is not the jewels, workmanship or gold
It's the promise within that a metal mold does enfold
The value within the ring is the love it does hold
It is the hole that does contain what can't be sold
Here the void is worth more than the ring
Where empty air causes more the sting
Now a hollow heart where memory's dirges sing
What heaven or hell does such a thing bring
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A very deep piece my friend yet eloquently made simple
Thank you my friend for the review and comment as always it is most appreciated and valued.
most welcome, much enjoyed
I suppose in the beginning, that ring is the start of hopefully a lifetime of love and hope.
Sadly, time seems to fly by, and loved ones move on leaving behind the tangible objects that once was part of them.
Moving poem this one.
Thank you Paul I appreciate your read and comment my friend. Yes the emptiness of a ring is as emotional as when it is filled.
A fine write SB.
Thanks Orchi your read and words are appreciated my friend
Now I told KP nothing is more valuable in protein than sewage, but she don't believe me! lol.
The truth is never believed my friend
Value added on different planes of existence and understanding! Such a wonderful thing to contemplate and enjoy. 👍🏻🤩
Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment it means a lot my friend. It is often what we do not have or even what we can not sense that holds the most value.
An enjoyable Write. So true that when a Person dies or a Relationship breaks-up, we look at these objects with much Sorrow. I still have my late Father's Caps hanging on the Pegs where he left them . A fave here .
Thank you Kevin for the read and comment. Emotions come from what is missing not the object itself.
Yes. Glad to contribute.
you'll always be alone in the middle of the ring .
I hate to be surrounded it is a bad battle tactic said Sun Tzu. Thanks for the read and comment my friend
Soren, I love what happens between these two stanzas. First the void is full of love, then it becomes full of memory and grief. Same empty space, completely different weight. That stayed with me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much my friend so glad you caught that it means a lot.
Beautifully said my dear Sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you Teddy for your response and read it is as always most appreciated my friend
very well said seems to be true heartfelt
Thank you so much for the read and kind words they are deeply appreciated.
Such very true words soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy your words mean a lot my friend
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