Emerald

I am a rock with a garden in my heart.

Break from the heat, oil for a stone…

I am a rock with a garden in my heart.

 

I am a rock with a flaw or a crack.  Or.

I am a rock with a garden in my heart.

Some flowers do grow from stone.

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3 thoughts on “Emerald

  1. Hello Lauren, I shut down what I was working upon, to come by here and say I hope you’re and your little family are doing ok’ well’, there is not much more I can say here, for privacy’s sake and out of respect. But do know Lauren when the delude eases and turns to gentle mists, soon after the wee flowers shall come in great abundance. Peace.

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  2. Emerald inclusions are called gardens. They’re supposed to have them. They are a stone that can crack from extreme heat- even hot dishwater, and they’re pumped with oil to minimize the look of flaws. But… flaws don’t detract from their total value necessarily. They make them unique. Better perhaps, from their inclusion instead of without them. Pretty imperfection. Thought I’d write about it in poem form because prose just felt weird.

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