Appearances Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Some married couples display happy faces for an audience.
No one sees the underlying discontent covered by radiance.
In a social situation they pretend and continue their ruse.
When in private, behind closed doors they bitterly accuse.

Like a bouquet of silk flowers, giving an appearance of the real.
Lovely petals perfectly envelop a need to convincingly conceal.
Lifted by lush lifeless stems that do not absorb water to sustain.
Unaffected by the climate, they add to the ambiance and remain.