Treasure in This Residence

13 line poem, a Rondel, rhyme scheme ABbaabAB abbaA

Lock the door, there’s treasure in this residence.
Emulation took yesterday its more ambitious form;
Halcyon days subdued an overstated storm.
Attire made us feel within, a cunning precedence;
Recompense for debts, of a fashion for ladies and gents;
Introversion begging for otherness, and reform.
Lock the door, the painting of this residence,
“Bungalows” the peach between the canvas and the frame.

Earrings don’t have to be the silver pearls of ascendance;
Gobs of an Andalusian Spanish origin; high-gait filly fame.
A ghostly presence was seen in the copper fields. Blame
Transcendence on your troubles when God’s omnipresence
Security grabs a yoke for to behold for its resilience.

Author's Note

this is very rough and strange sounding in parts, but I chose difficult words for the rhyme scheme I guess

Reviews

[cristamay76]

Lauren this is an amazing poem & and fine verbal art!

[imstone14]

Seems pretty experimental and takes a few reads to get down. In my opinion, the first stanza sounds better. The imagery in the second was stronger, but the first moves from line to line smoother.

[Ryan Henderson]

Indeed a little strange in terms of vocabulary... But hey, who am I to judge? I have a way of speaking even aloud that sounds like I am quoting the poet 'Lord Byron' or 'Edgar Allan Poe' very nice work, keep it up!