A while back, I had fun writing riddle poems about commonplace objects. Here is one to solve or as a prompt.
I may wear lace, brocade or gingham,
or shudder in my own bare frame.
In mansion or in hovel,
look to me for weather’s moods,
time’s shifts from bright to dark.
My outlook changes constantly,
never twice the same.
What you see this moment
will not appear again.
If need be, my single eyelid
will hide you from the curious
or the moon’s intrusive stare.
I may wear lace, brocade or gingham,
or shudder in my own bare frame.
In mansion or in hovel,
look to me for weather’s moods,
time’s shifts from bright to dark.
My outlook changes constantly,
never twice the same.
What you see this moment
will not appear again.
If need be, my single eyelid
will hide you from the curious
or the moon’s intrusive stare.
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