Poem- Shiny and New
Look, it's a shiny new poem! LOL sorry I couldn't resist.
I originally wanted to write a song, because I was feeling bright and giddy, and we're listening to the music from Sunday in the Park with George in my lit class. But, you know me, I started thinking things, which led to analyzing them, which led to overthinking. So I wrote a poem instead because I can convey nuances better that way.
Everything is still a metaphor. See if you can guess for what... (oooh ahh it's tricky this time)
Shiny and New
In an art exhibition
The goal is to sell.
The precious metal statue,
A goddess emerging from earth,
Is polished until it looks
Shiny and new.
But then, you start to wonder
Is this overdoing it?
Is that too much buffing,
Too much polish and primping?
Does it look overdone, and blind you with its unnatural sheer,
Instead of seeming exciting,
Shiny and new?
Now another thought-
It's the same old statue
With the badly-carved mouth
And tiny chips in the torso
You've shown many times before.
And no one has bought it,
so why should it be any different now?
It's just a depiction an imperfect woman,
Doctored up to create the illusion of
"Shiny and new."
You never will know
Until you try, until you display her,
The old statue of the flawed goddess.
Because someone will one day notice
And discover this great hidden treasure.
He'll put her proudly in his home,
Where he will see her everyday.
And to him, she will be eternally
Shiny and new.
And beautiful.
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The last stanza might give it away... but I was feeling too hopeful, too shiny and new, to end on a negative note.
So, comments?? Have I gotten as rusty as I fear I have?
I originally wanted to write a song, because I was feeling bright and giddy, and we're listening to the music from Sunday in the Park with George in my lit class. But, you know me, I started thinking things, which led to analyzing them, which led to overthinking. So I wrote a poem instead because I can convey nuances better that way.
Everything is still a metaphor. See if you can guess for what... (oooh ahh it's tricky this time)
Shiny and New
In an art exhibition
The goal is to sell.
The precious metal statue,
A goddess emerging from earth,
Is polished until it looks
Shiny and new.
But then, you start to wonder
Is this overdoing it?
Is that too much buffing,
Too much polish and primping?
Does it look overdone, and blind you with its unnatural sheer,
Instead of seeming exciting,
Shiny and new?
Now another thought-
It's the same old statue
With the badly-carved mouth
And tiny chips in the torso
You've shown many times before.
And no one has bought it,
so why should it be any different now?
It's just a depiction an imperfect woman,
Doctored up to create the illusion of
"Shiny and new."
You never will know
Until you try, until you display her,
The old statue of the flawed goddess.
Because someone will one day notice
And discover this great hidden treasure.
He'll put her proudly in his home,
Where he will see her everyday.
And to him, she will be eternally
Shiny and new.
And beautiful.
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The last stanza might give it away... but I was feeling too hopeful, too shiny and new, to end on a negative note.
So, comments?? Have I gotten as rusty as I fear I have?