not all that glisters is gold





an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye
its skin glowed invitingly
reflected table top sheen

only to bring a belated sigh
when all at once it rolled
and rushed and crashed
on a cold polished marble floor







Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-23 at 07:19

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked this: quirky, well done!
2022-12-23


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
... and was an orange no more? I like the title. Subtle.
Allen
2022-12-23