My "Lady" Valentine (Revised)
by Tracey L Hardie
Monday, December 15, 2003
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My "Lady" Valentine
It was Valentines Day,
and Lisa Ann dressed
for the occasion
in a revealing dress
that swirled the flavor
of succulent mangos.
She had a look of disbelief
on the edge of this vacant stairway.
How she came to this place,
would fill a novel
on a dusty shelf
in a small town library.
Unnoticed by passersby
with the exception of a photographer
who gazed though a wide-angle lens
capturing the essence of her,
the childlike woman
who still believed in love.
He wondered, if given a chance,
would she walk away from the existence
daily parades to the corner,
to secure another day of survival,
the small ill reputes of her life.
Looking downward to fragment legs
he knew the price of love
and the scars it yoked that no one saw.
With the push of a button
he captured a wayward smile,
an unusual glimpse of irony.
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|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautiful to see you post again, Tracey. I have indeed miss you. Wishing you a joyous holiday season.
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|BEAUTIFUL ART and VERSES!|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|great tale and imagery!|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Wonderful, poignant write Tracey. I miss you.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is outstanding Tracey! The art matches perfectly! Beautiful word usage and phrasing...|