by lil

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...