Written for: Sunday Muse #228
"Venture through the vintage images and choose the one that speaks the loudest to your muse. I look forward to seeing where they lead you!"
Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt
What were you expecting
to see–the wealthy
socialite with her
superior air, perfect
hair, and insincere
smile? Shame. What
can I say, sweetheart,
you are gazing at
the real you–chandeliers
cannot lie. Small
satisfaction, wealth,
if you are joyless,
and unfulfilled. That
pinched look, pursed
lips, and steely eyes
display everything you are
inside.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Sara, your poem made me think of The Beatles song, “Can’t Buy Me Love.” You’re right, the rest of the image falls away in the darkness of her expression.
purplepeninportland 
Strong piece Sara, and spot on. 🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thanks, Rob!
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Chandeliers cannot lie, such a brilliant line! Love this Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Sara, your poem made me think of The Beatles song, “Can’t Buy Me Love.” You’re right, the rest of the image falls away in the darkness of her expression.
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Thanks, Lisa. Good song pick!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I really enjoy when ‘the poet’ speaks straight to ‘the subject’ (even calls her sweetheart in THAT way) … Cheers, Sara.
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A toast to you, Helen!
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