The white eye's glare
seduces with mock innocence
I melt into the paper canvas
and paint myself a fool again
with a palette of pink and green
When will I learn?
That old lech, the master
of disquise, paints himself
as an angel of light
while he snatchs my secret sorrows
and lays them open to debauchery
And I, the harlequin unmasked,
Variegate my soul in black and white
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Grand imagery ... grand verse - outstanding!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Seya behind the bike shed after school huh?
You sure have an intelligent unique way of thinking.
Susan
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Thanks for your dream interpretation you made me aware of
two things I hadn't thought of, and I think you are right!;-)
etw