Love is an overpacked suitcase,
With golden, reflective ballgowns inside,
That queens and pharaohs have donned,
In the timeless dances of romance.
Along with the gowns, there are capes
And crowns
Beset with jewels of every color
That glint like his eyes do
The moment he lies
You see, on top are the ballgowns,
Capes,
And crowns.
But unpack deeper,
And you find photographs,
Hair brushes,
Old socks and shoes,
With holes in their soles.
The suitcase is filled to the brim now
The clothes are stuffed and compacted
So that they wrinkle and decay
Into a moth eaten, musty hospital gown.
The only way to save them
Is to unpack
Fold
And place them in your wardrobe.
Poetry
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I love your poem!! It is so reflective, showing both sides of history ( the new with elegance and the old with age). The thing that caught my attention the most was either the reference to pharaohs or the rotting decay of clothing. It’s so gruesome and yet beautiful!!
Thank you very much! Your comment is so thoughful!
Excellent job on this piece! Finding the deeper meaning in this poem is fitting, as the poem itself suggests looking deeper beyond the surface values when it comes to love, and appreciating all there is to it. The vocabulary and rhyme scheme, along with the overall structure, all serve this piece very well.