It is broken porcelain, with super glued fracture lines
that have become stronger than the original parts.
Once utilized, but now left to sit on a shelf
with jagged reminders of imperfection,
and a price tag more costly than current market worth.
When it is remembered at all, it's taken down,
and time is spent tracing the cracks
spidering out oddly into puzzling etches
on a once uncomplicated surface.
The Genie's boredom is momentarily relieved,
during these very infrequent bouts of dusting,
and each time she hopes, and looks up,
unil she feels herself shelved once again.
A contest entry
- You're by Emmyb.
700 points, ended June 26, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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the opening line is perfect and you carry your talent through to the end. an insightful read thank you
Emmyb.
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Thank you.
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This is wonderfully writ!
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Thank you
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