Many Pretty Things So Well Hidden To See

Why all these many thing's

Shine and smell like bedazzled
diamond's inside a plush pottered bowl
containing fresh picked petal 
perfumery

That banishes every spec of rustic 
dust clinging desperately onto a 
swinging chandelier 

Hanging resplendent in a castle
greeting banquet hall so everyone
can see

Or it's exhibition library decked out 
with many bound leather book's and 
cigar lounging chair's

That make the hair's upon one's neck
elasticate snap back with deadly
electric shock infusion wonderment met

Have and both provide oh so so many
pretty thing's all bar none

But the final answers to where
they initially came from or what
they actually mean

To those precious lucky few who
throughout the ages have stood
before and witnessed

These such treasured priceless piece's
and work's of classic artistry

Stowed away and closeted inside private
collection's unlike in a public viewing gallery

So not the many but very few will
ever see neither it the light of day

All of these so many pretty thing's

Hidden so the whole wide world will
never see
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Kavanagh  Avatar
September 7, 2022 at 12:57 PM
Bragging rights for the elite not us mere mortals Christopher, your library is bigger than mine, but I’ve more memory on my leather bound kindle paperwhite than you, so there! cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
September 13, 2022 at 2:32 PM
My library David is two book ends gathering dust much like and modeled upon the space between my ears
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