laying a dress on the mattress
she shakes wrinkles away.
rippled feminine hands
smooth remnants of drifting chiffon.
a sash is placed close for review.
she dolls up the frivolities,
somber movements apparent.
a sparrow lands on the sill, he
pecks her glass-as only males will.
she stops, she grins-
marbled glass muddles the reflection.
returning to the dress, she notes
satin heeled shoes with ivory twists
and looks under her knees to bared feet.
no visible abrasions, no resident obscurities.
ungartered stockings hang silken like
ties-made cheaper with modernity.
across the hall, he sits. in sight.
papers being quietly reviewed.
head does not lift.
Never missed the chance to see my wife dolled up and let her know how pretty she was. Of course she was just as pretty without all the frills that's why I married her.
Even the simplicity of ivory twists does not escape the thoughts, and you have shown this within your poetic display, a very nice work of expression through poetry...
It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic worksuch as this. I admire your strength and ability to put this together so with that said just write on poet.
When those mates fail to notice, into the closet to go, pick out the finest haberdashery and make a sexy appointment with the cheval glass at full tilt...ivory twists says something about being appreciative of all which many are not...I appreciate you, Donna...
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Sandie Angel :o)
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Be safe,
Karen
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
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Sage
Strikingly imaged, the poem comes vividly to life; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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