deco

the lamp

wearing a severe shade

is elegance

soft light

bathes the gold collar

before cascading

a slendering glass

of blackest blue

a hint

of egypt-age goddess

                                captured

by a single gold slipper

she waited

on that thrift store table

for me

Reviews

[Cyndy Robinson]

I like the contrast between the severe shade in the first stanza, and soft light bathes gold collar in the second. To me it depicts one image that maybe others see, and another that you see. And of course, you have the lamp so this is really written about a lamp, but a reader could think it was about a female, you portrayed that romance very well. Great read!

[Ed Hart]

yes, everyone who reads this will see the lamp differently, and yet it is the same lamp carrying the light of the feminine

[Beccy]

Hello Edward.

You describe the surface perfectly. but as always you make the reader see beneath,


Beccy.

[Ed Hart]

Beccy, your discerning eye never misses

[mysticgmekeepr]

Forever is captured in small things, in unlikely places, that the seeking might glimpse it

[Ed Hart]

isn't it marvelous how words can carry the cast of things

[mysticgmekeepr]

😘I marvel at the mystery

[...]

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yours are overflowing from seeing to ink :) Hope the west is treating grand

[Ed Hart]

grand, yes...my new home is an endless chain of chores...Pat says it'll keep me going another twenty years...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

it takes special eyes to see this kind of beauty
strangely...i thought of my mother and her collection of random antiques

[Ed Hart]

nice to see you AA...hope all is well with you...thanks for stopping by

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Its nice to be here among kindred spirits

[CD Campbell]

I like the look of the poem. I like how "captured" stands out and grabs the eye. I can relate to looking at an object and being enraptured by it. Who captured who in this? Sounds like you made out on the deal. CD

[Ed Hart]

thank you CD...got the lamp and a poem...doesn't happen everyday

[h d e rushin]

being a thrift store shopper and a affectionado as well, one can too easily brouse over that stack of
70's clothing, boxes of Christmas ornaments, paintings of Audrey Hepburn on silk and old Dell keyboards
and thusly overlook the priceless, gold plated dinner wear. We are a generation that thinks that worship
is valuable when old is the only thing that holds it; the only thing that waits for it.
This after all is a love poem. And being a love poem we just have to wait out the interaction, since
love poems, by no other accident, involves two hearts, be they lonely hearts or not. And so what if
you made us wait till the end to know. If you read Dickenson over and over, there is no mention
of the Civil War or young girly heartache. Even if you wait forever.

Your amazing......dana

[Ed Hart]

i like the way you move

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have no doubt she was a diamond in the rough...but your poetic analogy of her, makes her shine above the rest! What a lovely offering you've penned here, Ed...it's gorgeous, and I'm envious!

[Ed Hart]

hi Kelly...is that bottle half empty or half full...thanks for your friendly words

[Kelly Scheppers]

...let's go with half empty, shall we? Many thanks, Ed!

[John]

For me, these lines are a celebration of beguiling form, a lamp, a lady, the poem itself. The title deco suggests a punchy deflation of that most arty of art movements, but the object, the epitome of elegance, is never less than captivating. The hint of scepticism that pushes severe alongside shade cannot deflect an eye enthralled by rich colour and sensuous shape. It is only perhaps the analogy with an Egyptian goddess and the allusion to the Cinderella story that returns the poet to thrift shop reality. But the magic, if it is lost at all, can be recaptured by simply looking.

[Ed Hart]

this one in particular John, i waited on you

[John]

And I you

[Relic]

Isn't it funny how we give life to inanimate objects. I see woman praying to statues of the virgin Mary outside church and I think of my own experiences walking from the graveyard and acknowledging a statue of a weeping angel as though she could see me.

You poem is simple yet in some ways profound and reflects a bit in all of us who see the special things within a silent friend no matter their station in life.

She knew you were a good poet. That's why she waited. :)

[Ed Hart]

something new for me my friend, thank you for your always thoughtful words