The Looser Poem by poppy miller

He, a miner of kimberlite
Devoted lover of rocks;
A devourer of material mixtures.

She, full of love and laughter,
No dowry of such;
A singer of words that painted scriptures


And so he turned his back on her
She let fall a single diamond
That trickled down a ruby face.

Now, in his coma of old age
No kimberlite rock and loveless
A lesson learned but too late a case.



Footnote: Kimberlite is an igneous rock
Best known for containing diamonds.