Poems by
NV

Diamond

a poem by NV

To Custom Common grown
Subsides from its significance
The Gem were best Unknown
Within a Seller’s Shrine
How many sight and sigh
And cannot, but are mad for fear
That any other can buy.
A diamond once you get
Greatly loses its imagined significance.
I wish the diamond just wasn’t available.
When seen in a jeweller’s showroom
How many people see a diamond
But cannot obtain it and sigh
But are angry that somebody else can buy it.