How many brass lamps must be burnished
before my wish is granted? Not even
the golden lamps of autumn are furnished
with a genie to do my bidding. And heaven
has so many stars on which I’ve wished,
all silver, like the moon, which gave me seven
lines that rhyme, and this poem can be finished.
Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Burnished
Marian has given us the word today – and it’s ‘burnished’. Here’s a whimsical septet.
writing in north norfolk 
What a wonderful shiny poem
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Love it! Very clever.
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Thanks Sarah!
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Wow! I so enjoyed this poem! The rhymes and near rhymes really make it for me!
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Thank you so much, Kerry!
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Ahhh, me too, just love the tight rhymes in this! Really love it. Super-clever.
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Thanks Marian.
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I keep my autumn wishes simple…all I want is tea to accompany me through the growing cold. That way I’m my own genie. 😀
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😊
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You tickled my fancy this morning … 4:43am and I cannot sleep. Thank you!
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Helen. I hope you got some sleep.
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The stars are definitely best for wishing! Delightful. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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A clever poem! I think there are so many stars because they are there for us all to wish upon them, whether we do or not.
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Thank you, Toni! I keep wishing.
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How come I never find a magic lamp???
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You don’t find them, Shay, they find you!
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I always wanted an Aladdin lamp that had a genie for me. Not to much to ask for, the genie and several wishes. The question was impotent because I never could find who to ask.
I loved reading here, seems I’ve been knowing of lamps, genies, and wishes all my life. Blame falls on my mom though Santa was no help either.
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They are so elusive, those genies!
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What a satisfying poem this is with great rhymes
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Thank you, Robin.
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Septerrific
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Cheers Ron!
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So many wishes… but so few lamps, and the stars seems to never fall for me.
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I think your librarian has magic powers, Bjorn.
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So delightful Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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Brass, Silver and Gold, all polished and fine, three wishes, seventh heaven and a poem divine!
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Thank you, Lori!
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Ah, this made me smile and a new poem is gift indeed.
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I’m happy my poem made you smile, Sherry!
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Yes, such a clever poem..I like the play between gold and silver. Oh, a new poem is a treasured thing.
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Thank you, Susie.
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so many stars… all silver like the moon. A short, but pretty poem. I love near rhymes and enjoyed your humor.
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Thank you, Margaret. I’m a fan of near-rhymes too, and internal rhymes.
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So enjoyable, Kim. I love your comment on the rhyming.
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Thank you, Sara!
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