Sunday, October 28, 2012

Poseurs

A greedy aspen tries to hoard
the last few amber gems
but rigid limbs aren't suited for the task
and with no flashy trinkets left to mask
its flaws, discomfort stems
all showiness, till properly restored

by gold that glistens from the sky
for any staking claims
in hopes that it will multiply their yield
so skeletons can once more be concealed
by ostentatious aims
that haunt the insecure until they die.

16 comments:

Daydreamertoo said...

Beautiful

Heaven said...

That second stanza is intriguing ~

Wishing you happy weekend and Halloween ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

An interesting observation- I can see the stark limbs trying to grasp some glow......

Karen said...

Nice imager and sound. This calls for reading aloud.

Wolfsrosebud said...

nicely said... wonderful images

Rachel Hoyt said...

Intriguing words. Makes me picture the seasons in nature. :)

Jack said...
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Jack said...

Vocabulary was enviable here...I am always impressed with your ability to rhyme without losing any sense. Awesome read.

(My previous comment had a mistake.)

Bing Yap said...

what an awesome, poignant piece!

Poet Laundry said...

Love the imagery...nicely done!

Lynn Proctor said...

very nice indeed :)

rch said...

Thanks a lot everyone!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is an intriguing form. I like the rhyme scheme and line length variations. You have captured the atmosphere of the season very well.

Mary said...

This was great! Love the last three lines especially.

Thanks so much for always taking part in Poetry Pantry. I am late this week!

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