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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Monday, September 30, 2013

Shiny and New



 English Great Hall of the Late Tudor Period
(1550-1603)- photo by Margaret Bednar

I thought I might be your favorite
I knew that others
had come and gone before me
I was foolish, thought
I was special

You dressed me in silk
Gave me gold and rubies
Displayed me like one of your paintings
and I glowed in your light

As my sheen grew dull
I faded from your sight
 I begged for your attention
You were already elsewhere

You say that you loved me well
But everyone knows
that well- loved is just another way to say
Used
and you, my love, like your toys 
shiny