Heiress

November 27, 2009
By Casey Bigler SILVER, Clarence Center, New York
Casey Bigler SILVER, Clarence Center, New York
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Oh, Dear Heiress, the worlds implore
The likes of which you humbly scorn.
Heels that never will God let touch the floor.
From dynasty’s doom that took the form

Of a diamond laying upon chipped stones.
Glistening tears fall far from home—
The embellished body wrapped ‘round thin bones.
You nursed them, Highness, and now they’re gone.

The lace that tied black curls in braids
Slipped away to finds its place—
Search for dots amongst the maids
Who wove her beside the kingdom’s face.

This all is yours, though you decline.
But what’s mine is yours, and you are mine.
Be honest, Dear, for our Lord’s sake.
You’re obsessed with perks. The crown you take.


The author's comments:
This poem is about being glorified and acting modest about it, though you're quite vain in actuality.

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on Dec. 14 2009 at 6:11 pm
Inkspired PLATINUM, Whitby, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"If one will scoff at the study of language, how, save in terms of language, will one scoff?" - Mario Pei
"I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die." Isaac Asimov

this is really interesting.i like all the language and descriptions you used, and i love your poems, they're so thought-provoking!




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