Featured Poem: Old Things

Donna Bruno
Ft. Lauderdale Branch
 

The satin sheen
of Great-grandmother’s table
Duncan-Phyffe mahogany
gives testament to
generations before me
who dutifully polished it with elbow-grease
to enhance its lustrous finish
A valued heirloom
treasured through the years
but now unwanted
My children do not
“see” its beauty
nor appreciate its history
They prefer
modern chrome and glass
functional
utilitarian
sleek
geometric
clean lines
Stark representations
of a “newer” age
They need
Lord Byron’s eye
to realize
“A thing of beauty
is a joy forever.”

 

7 comments

  1. Barbara Whitmarsh says:

    WOULD THEY TOSS OUT THE MONA LISA?
    KIDDING.
    GOOD PIECE AND VERY HONEST.
    THANK YOU.

  2. Janet Fagal says:

    It is sad and true. Our past enlightens and enhances our lives, our future if we let it/listen. Those who don’t learn from history repeat its mistakes. Yet beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Your poem captures the current climate. Another nugget perhaps applies. There are none so blind who refuse to see.

  3. Bette J. Lafferty says:

    I have a Table like that too, and i am hoping my granddaughter will want it. It is sad such beauty is cast off and left for trash.

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