Day 12- Prompt : Write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?
Resolve
Very
staid, very steady
Anytime,
any day trustworthy
It stands
right there in its abiding wholeness
But not a
second glance does it claim
But the
other one there so bright , so zesty
Simply clamouring
for attention
I
deliberately turn away
I walk sedately,
steeled and set
For doesn’t
one know
of life’s
regular dictum
Glitzy,
cheery is fine
But screaming
transience
Something
today and until forever
Is just
that plain, stolid stance…
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