bristolstreet posted a poem by Elizabeth Metzger with this intriguing line:

the broken heart rolls three blank dice

This got me thinking about empowering a broken heart.

And the number three.

And what else rolls, besides dice...

Let these images roll around in your noggin today and see if anything rolls out. I'm thinking of a series of couplets like this:

  The broken heart rolls three blank dice
  The broken heart kills three blind mice

That makes no sense at all, but you get the idea...

  The dice, carrying the weight
  No longer tumble
  My heart, three times smaller
  Than hers