Rings, what are they ?
Those gaudy gem encrusted things displayed by those in places high and low.
Or on the other hand the kind that pricks the ear when one is half asleep.
Incessant earworm.
Authentic ring,
eternal ring, engagement ring.
I wore this lustrous band or should I say it wore me out,
ill-fitting token of affection that no longer fits.
Finger swelling pawn shop cast off,
fools gold object d’art swept up in sudsy tides only to be swallowed by a viral vortex guzzle.
Geometric arc light, stricken by its own silver rays,
silently preserving magic memories of yore,
stoically the keeper of past dalliance,
fractal shadow creep among the pigeons,
dancing fairground cul-de-sacs.
Closed loop seal a tamper proof exemplar,
clinging desperately to bonds once watertight,
impregnable,
as impregnable as any fortress.
A featured poem on Poetry Soup home page this week.
Starting date 13th November 2021
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Dear Poeter, The realities of
Dear Poeter, The realities of this simple life have been manipulated by circumstances to enslave the mind into something luxurious. This world is ruled by something called status without a fixed mindset among the wandering minds in search of restful sleep. This life is paradise if minds carry thoughts into man like a ring encrusted with glittering gemstones; But, the tragedies are more because the mind is not satisfied with the practice. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations
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