The Big Tent Poetry http://bigtentpoetry.org/ prompt for day 17 of NaPoWriMo is to write an ode to a prized physical object. The object was a no-brainer, but the poem is being written late at night. The object has value, the poem—I’m not so sure.
Of little intrinsic worth,
you are my most valuable possession.
Since my bride
slipped you on my finger,
there you have remained,
with me ever.
Nothing fancy here,
a simple gold band,
yet, you stand for my marriage.
You are the symbol I display
to announce the truth of my troth.
There is no end to your perfection,
as there is no end to my vow,
as there is no end to my love.