About the Poem
Uncovering the secrets of an ancient hotel lobby, I take the reader through the lobby and paint a picture with words. The reader can use their own imagination to solve the rest.
White Tile Honeycombs |
| by Rosemary Winters |
| Ancient white tile laid out as a honeycomb, with ebony accents, across the wide expanse of lobby. Your crown is a Persian carpet. Age indeterminate. Rusty red with navy and ecru flowers, your tile is like a picture frame that enhances the beauty of this ancient rug. Who knows, and who can tell, how many individuals have trod your paths? Their tales and your tales are remnants of the past. But what of the present? It is for you to know and others to find out. Your secrets lie hidden in the depths of your labyrinth of honeycombs. Speak to me not of your motives! But tell me your tales! For I look into your depths and see the complications of lives. |
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