Not a Matching Set, found poem from a Value City circular
She’s amped up for extra
spice and surprise,
for moody musts.
She’s crushed on velvet.
a bit of old Hollywood chic.
right out of her luxe list. She finds
any excuse to entertain,
to add some drama.
She’s made to take on life.
He opts for no-fuss.
A good book, his favorite drink,
coziness without compromise.
Room to retreat.
Details are everything.
He wants it the way he wants it,
no iridescence or shine.
It doesn’t take much for him
to live his best life.
There is no connector beam
at the base of their relationship.
How can they transform
the canvas when their colors
and textures clash?
I say love now,
pay along the way.
6 thoughts on "Not a Matching Set, found poem from a Value City circular"
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This is chilling and kind of beautiful. Good job.
Uncanny how this found poem can ring so true!
I agree with Gaby! Great contrasts and her “moody musts./She’s crushed on velvet./a bit of old Hollywood chic.”
I know and love these people!
Love it.
So much truth and worded beautifully!
Excellent!