Peering in the mirror, I apply
Mascara, lipstick and hair supplies.
I add a hat to hide my short-haired mess,
And don a white scarf and heart necklace.
I recheck my face, mostly OK with what was there.
My eyes drawn down to the desk, I stop and stare.
A gold and orange-rock antique...
Something old and beautiful for me to keep.
So I lift the brooch, and clip it to my white scarf; how lovely.
I adjust everything twice, and head out the door, shining goldly.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...