Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #76
A House is Built of Silver
by Belinda Roddie
A house is built of silver down the road
where I live, its walls sleek and so pristine.
As I carry my daily heavy load,
I take a long look at the perfect sheen
and glow of the archways that lead to its
glossy gates, where the silver cars are perched
on paved driveways that have similar glitz
and glam. I watch a little boy then lurch
onto the sidewalk just beside the home.
His eyes are gray but gloriously bright,
his hair thick and matted and shiny chrome.
He goes to see his mother, all in white,
her precious metal coated lips a-smile;
the silver is too much once in a while.
by Belinda Roddie
A house is built of silver down the road
where I live, its walls sleek and so pristine.
As I carry my daily heavy load,
I take a long look at the perfect sheen
and glow of the archways that lead to its
glossy gates, where the silver cars are perched
on paved driveways that have similar glitz
and glam. I watch a little boy then lurch
onto the sidewalk just beside the home.
His eyes are gray but gloriously bright,
his hair thick and matted and shiny chrome.
He goes to see his mother, all in white,
her precious metal coated lips a-smile;
the silver is too much once in a while.
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