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The Bureau

It stands in the corner
And its made of teak
Even now
It can make her feel weak.
sliding door at the bottom
And a flap that drops down.
Even now sometimes she frowns
If you opened that bureau
Thats made of teak
Yould catch the scent
Of a memory
You'd never know
of the secrets it speaks.
It would tell of ink and stationery
And of things forbidden
And show a place
Where The Ruler was hidden.
Hand outstretched
Head up defiant
Looking up to him
As he stood like a giant.
She kept it,that bureau
So she can recall
Of how she stood there and felt six feet tall.

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Title: The Bureau

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The poem "The Bureau" captures a sense of nostalgia and hidden memories through its vivid description of a teak bureau. The imagery of the sliding door, the flap that drops down, and the scent of a memory adds depth to the poem and creates a sense of intrigue.

The poem effectively conveys the bureau as a symbol of secrets and forbidden things. The mention of ink and stationery, as well as the hidden ruler, adds an element of mystery and suggests that the bureau holds significant memories and experiences.

The final stanza brings a sense of empowerment and personal growth. The image of the speaker standing tall, with head up defiantly, creates a strong visual and suggests a transformation that occurred in the presence of the bureau.

One suggestion for improvement would be to further explore the emotional impact of the bureau. While the poem hints at the bureau making the speaker feel weak and sometimes frown, it would be beneficial to delve deeper into these emotions and their significance. This

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A nice poetic reflection on old furniture and memories of a past life
Well scribed, keep going

I feel as if I understand maybe and I am sorry, sad.

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