The skull asked
As the lady turned
How came you here?
I will not be spurned
It's rude to peer
Up a lady's dress
Unless you ask
You meatless mess
The eyeless skull exclaimed
I did not would not look
Without
Being ashamed
The pastel paint
Blushed
And apologized
then she hushed
Why are we here?
I am dead
You glow with beauty
Where's the common thread?
The owner of here
Without consent
Placed beauty by a skull
Contradiction to the extreme extent
Enjoy our time
We'll never know
What pieces she keeps
Or what she will throw
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9 comments:
There is much truth in this, and to be heeded. Is the image in a museum?
That was really neat to read and says a lot more than one thinks if you interpret through reading. Well done. Hullo's n Hugz to all :)
One thing you do when you "paint with words" is make me think and ponder . .
One thing you do when you "paint with words" is make me think and ponder . .
One thing you do when you "paint with words" is make me think and ponder . .
One thing you do when you "paint with words" is make me think and ponder . .
loved 'meatless mess'. clever girl.
Ha, love it. The things you come up with when you are on a roll. I feel the freedom to want to express yourself in every word you put down And the hungry need also. Cherish this time as a free thinking poet, dear. These are the best days of your life. xox
"meatless mess" Love it! Well done!
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