Poetic Tides Through Time

Baubles, Bangles and...

Baubles, trinkets tiny,
all gleam bright and pretty!
Would they not look shiny
soft draped across my arm?
Bits of beads tempt me with
their glitter and their charm!

A wristlet, a gold ring
and dangly earrings too!
Silver and gold flanked bling
of color, favored blue.
Trifles strike my fancy,
and land inside my stash,
of many charms, not few.

My bills of green shrink slim
but my trinkets grow from
baubles bought on a whim.
Perhaps I’ll stow away
my final cash remains
for Nature’s rainy day?

Yes, yes, NO more baubles I'll buy…
'cept this last one that caught my eye!

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Entry: April 13, 2017
Prompt: A secret joy
For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop
Form: Stanzaic, 6-7-6 , with closing couplet
Syllabic Meter:6 syllables each line; 8 syllable couplet
Rhyme Pattern: abacdc; efefghf; ijiklk.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost