Her heart was a watercolor foyer
drifting about eddies-beneath fatal falls
wishing away the violets,
morning roses and midnight glories
fading mist-stained with every beat
her loves inheriting the aromas
percolating from her water garden mind...
those who thought they knew her,
stood high upon crystal browed shores
slinging burning stones and bits of bone,
summed up her life in bold font quips...
she was that-she was this
green viper bitten -black moon kissed...
as her final pallet faded
blackbirds escaped her brilliant vein
time greedily sweeps the sheen to gray...
the cleated ones- scattering her starry soul
into the misty orbit of monet...
Copyright © Anthony Slausen