I saved this little doily-
It had never been stupid to me-
From the night we were all dressed up
With our best clothes and well-worn pride.
I kept this manufactured innocence
As a memory which was worth more than any
Silk or expensive linen.
Although this lace wasn't hand-crafted for hours,
It held us in it.
We took just as much work and time
as any high-quality woven work-
and we were just as easy to break.
All the intricacy gone to waste
After years of concentration
An attempt to create perfection-
We ended up more like this doily
Than anything grand and cherished-
I never knew we were as cheap and fragile
As a piece of ripped paper lace.
Author notes
Option 2
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Beautiful metaphor...incredibly sad and moving. The ending, I would say, is perfect for this poem. Thank you for entering this, good luck to you!
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