the white cotton chain
grows thick and fine
blooming timid flowers
and molding round lips
in the shapes of droplets
with every crumple and quirk
this opulent pattern
can prompt only delight
as it collects grime from the terrain we plod on
grazes our chests day by day
ties up our coils and curls in demure coiffures
defining us as divine
through its eager touch
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Author:
kay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is supposed to be about lace!! sorry if that wasn't super clear
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Comments3
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊
thank you!!
A very fashionable piece, silk never goes out, I absolutely love your first stanza, a wonderful poem. Welcome to MPS 🌹
Appreciate the author's note to clarify but without the clarification it seemed metaphoric just the same. A most beautiful description well done
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