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Chosen Elegance

Lovely;  every space is chosen,

Pieces from all over –

Statues from the Philippines

Luxurious  soft fabric’s summoning.

*

Here’s an elegant array of

China dolls and crystal clay.

A hint of saffron and cardamom,

oohs… ahhs… reflect it All.

*

Windows wide, sparkle, sing,

Light floods cold on flawless things.

Jewels that breathe histrionic smiles

Assembled perfectly in matching style.

*

Silently a crumb is let go,

Oblivious to all that is gold.

Words unspoken in disguise

Enveloping whispers running wild.

*

Orchestrated by the best

This monument of family’s crest;

This pinnacle of her desires

Will not flex in storms or fire.

*

No, it cannot, nor will not stay

This masquerade of costly decay.

Although we see through luscious lies,

we play along, avoiding eyes.

*

But, alas, this cannot last

Crumbs will slide, jewels will sass.

Mindful undertones, ruthless turmoil,

Dark the light, fear the spoiled.

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Author’s Note:  This write is for Meeting at the Bar: Critique & Craft at the dVerse ~ Poets Pub, hosted by poet Julie Watkins (Carys) 

Now posted is a revised version of the poem — very helpful pointers and suggestions from Avril Yospa, Gay Cannon, Victoria Ceretto-SlottoClaudia Schoenfeld and all the other wonderful writers below. Thank you!

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