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
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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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