Décor
Into the foyers of love’s begotten hallways
there is silence amidst an empty room
no foray nor décor of expensive silk
nor fancy greetings to evermore consume
amidst the barren dark echoic hallways;
There on a mantels mahogany small shelf
is an empty vase cornered by loneliness
and the memories of betrayals haunting delft
Surrounding an urn of beautiful crystal
glistering within the rays of prisms scope
little glass pebbles are mirroring reflections
as another memory fades upon the veils of hope
I gathered here as I seen a deeper meaning
within the wailing feelings of this shadowed room
when behind the faded walls are stolen treasures
and all that love's heart could evermore consume
Hope not upon the brass rings of fortunes wanted
nor the expensive nickel of silver or platinum coins;
For there is no love weaker vowing the rarest ruby gems
to have ever crossed the thresholds this foyer conjoins…
There is however only one sacred fortune
destined to wealth and happiness be known
the gift where rare true love evermore is measured
within your soul a mere pebble shelved with shards of broken stone…
Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
Continued success-
Barbara Henry
You are such a creative poetic genius!!
LOve and Hugs,
Lance
Regis xo
when behind the walls are treasures
of golden bloom…"
Just beautiful! I could picture everything.
Your poem tell us of an inner, hidden, trembling despair that are here in words by proxy, but that nevertheless has the purity of an unadulterated feeling that wishes to be shared.
Georg
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.