A Hint of Rust

By lupus tenebrae

I'm senescent
as yellow from another Spring.
I'm senescent
as silver with a rusty hint.
Since antiques write nostalgic things
of me, my brass and empty rings;
I'm senescent.

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Published on Sunday, April 14, 2013. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I wonder, do objects feel their age? Written in rondelet.

Comments on "A Hint of Rust"

A former member wrote: This is a well written poem. I like it. :-)
On Sunday, April 14, 2013, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Mmm i got lost in translation so there was no object to me. the poetry its self swept me.
On Sunday, April 14, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

Silver gets tarnished, though I understand your meaning, it has no iron to oxidize into rust per se (I'm such a nit-picker). I think inanimate things do feel their age - they break so easily! Cheers Wolfie.