I don’t remove or change my rings;
All four I’ve worn for years,
Unlike my huge collection of
What dangles from my ears.
My necklaces and bracelets
I switch out and do with care,
Depending on the style of clothing
That I choose to wear.
Around my wrist’s a watch;
I own a few (one even winds!)
And when I’m sockless, on my ankle,
Chains of varied kinds.
My husband wears his wedding band
And that is the extent
Of jewelry he sports
(Though somehow watches came and went).
Displaying our adornments
Is quite personal, it’s true,
But it’s also a reflection
Of ourselves that others view.
Were just another mess,
Just another distraction from the actual task at hand,
From the impending doom luring over me,
A fate of my own making
The consequences of my own actions.
I did not think I'd make it this far
To be worrying about such
things,
Especially when I had a hand in trying to make sure I didn't get here.
But I am now
And that's all that matters.
And as I sit on the floor of my half packed dorm avoiding the training for my job, finals, and whatever has slipped my mind,
The velvet green fur of my "treasure" box has me enthralled.
I'm transported back to a simpler time,
Back when I aspired to be a "Professional Jewelry Untangler"
Wonder how the adults could let these
Beautiful
Priceless
pieces get in such disarray
Yeah, I understand it now.
Seashells galore
Collected fragment crafts
Necklaces, rings, and lucky charms
Mollusks, scallops, and clams
On the menu
an emerald band
round opalescent pearl
a ring never worn
just two delicate
I am not a careful gal
something might happen
I turned the delicate opal around in my hand
She reminded me of my moonstones
As I searched for them, I remembered other pieces of jewelry.
That I once loved.
Where were they?
I have a weird feeling that I put them in a safe place.
So safe I may never find them again.
Did I use hanging pockets that you hide in closets under heavy coats?
I have given lots of coats away on hangers.
I have a strange sick feeling.
My emerald bracelet and matching rings, amber pendant with the beautiful shadow.
My ruby ring with the yellow topaz.
All missing.
Maybe gone forever.
One bit of hope.
I have not looked through everything.
Yet.
amber resin drop
mosquito in a pendant
pricey jewelry
beaded necklaces
crucifix on silver chain
multitude of rings
sage fortune teller
unique runes and tarot cards
palmistry expert
Yaldabaoth's throat was bound ~ by a necklace of pearls secured by Christ's gold
(Inspired by the final line of the Song for Saint Ursula, by Hildegard of Bingen).
Every piece of jewelry tells a story
Seeing jewelry wears on it defines who you are
Wearing it reflect status, class and passion
Jewelry is a state of character and taste
Make sure yours is a tale of elegance
Elegance is the accessory that never goes out of style
Jewelry is its perfect embodiment surrounding in its creation
Owning jewelry is owning treasure as fashion and heirloom
Jewelry adorn beauty and charisma
It's a symbol of power and respect
A woman's elegance is best expressed
Through the language of jewelry.
Pure and plain like a plump white plum,
Evenness of color in a swirling euphoric fog.
Alchemy in a shell ready to sell for the chance of romance.
Round and rolling right out of Heaven's Chest.
Line, string, & loop 'round the neck that is your best.
Police detectives were working on a cold case file.
Debbie had been missing for thirty-two years.
They described the charm bracelet she had been wearing.
Nanette, a girl one state away got out her charm bracelet.
Her father had given it to her on one of his business trips.
Scotty dog – check, cheerleader megaphone- check,
Christian fish symbol – check, Indian feather – check,
This was just a coincidence right?
But what about those jewelry gifts he brought back for her mother?
Many of them had matched jewelry from other missing women.
Nanette carefully wrapped the charm bracelet.
She looked up Debbie’s mother’s address and mailed it.
Her father was still alive.
It was the best she could do.
Gardens of sea pebbles
glistening 'neath the moon,
shining their finest glow,
ride the tide as it slinks
away in ebbing flow.
Gardens of sea pebbles,
bright with seafloor colors,
mingle with calm sea life
that hug nocturnal shores
beside Poseidon's wife.
Gardens of sea pebbles
bead chains of jewelry
sparkling with waning waves
that cleanses their design
in gems that garner raves.
Gardens of sea pebbles
vibrant as the youthful
Goddess Aphrodite.
Exquisite adornments
gifted by Amphitrite.
Another day, another protest; who can count them all
This one in Vicenza, Italy, near a jewelry mall
Where Israeli exhibitors dared to show their faces
Trying to attract buyers in public, of all places…
Pro-Palestine marchers turned aggressive, then violent
But amazingly, Vicenza’s mayor did not remain silent
He stated that ‘It is a contradiction in terms to demonstrate
for a cease-fire and peace through means that are violent.’
I say, unequivocally, after weighing the evidence
We’ve discovered a mayor who exhibits common sense
black diamonds are different than white ones
They did not form inside the earth
They arrived here on asteroids
They are from outer space
register ten on the Mohs hardness scale
and deflect negativity from the wearer
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
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