A series of 10 poems (as a start...lol) on the theme of the greatest paintings

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Johanes Vermeer It was the glint in her eyes that first attracted my attention. The maid was doing my floor and I thought such eyes couldn't belong to such being unless she was supplementing her income by attracting sleazy customers. Emboldened, I kept staring at her and to my surprise she stared back with a steady gaze. She opened her lips just ever so slightly as if she was going to say something. I waited in vain for over three and a half centuries for her to descend from the painting in the manner of Duchamp. She was underage then and I didn't dare make a move on her on account of my own advanced chronological life phase. My overripe wisdom would've been an outright giveaway and I would've been branded a rotten dirty old man. Well, I thought and thought the matter over and over and remember telling Jo, pronounced Yo for you foreigners, to put a glint on the pearl in such way as to make it the focus of the portrait. Yo balked at the suggestion but agreed and complemented it with a barely noticeable off-white collar on the tronie. He capped her with an oriental royal blue turban. Added a touch of wet to her lower lip and I tell you this was no silicone job nor costume jewelry. Of course we didn't realize at the time how famous that painting would become. And voila, the rest is history! ~~~ Alex Nodopaka JuneÓ2015