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Self

I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess  to my brushes
Let a man stroke me 
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the love on my face
La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear
You have to climb in through it
To hold me so dear
Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes?
I desire myself
Wrapped inside of you
On canvas
I shall paint forever
Myself
That never existed

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Leslie Landeros April 17, 2024 at 1:08 PM The use of metaphor and symbolism, particularly in describing the act of painting oneself, evokes a sense of vulnerability and longing. The lady in the white dress and the desire for gentle caresses juxtaposed with the desire to be seen and understood adds layers of complexity to the narrative. The repetition of "I desire myself" towards the end of the passage reinforces the theme of self-awareness and introspection, inviting reflection on identity and longing for connection.

Jill Spagnola April 26, 2015 at 2:32 AM Wow! Arthur Vaso April 27, 2015 at 4:24 PM Thank you!!!!! :)

Julia Ward February 17, 2015 at 7:21 AM A surprise ending to your classy poem. A 7. Arthur Vaso February 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM Thank you!!!

Tim Smith February 16, 2015 at 2:34 PM I see you watching in the window...excellent my friend Arthur Vaso February 16, 2015 at 8:05 PM Thanks Tim, can you email if the comments is fixed, supposed to be!

Poesy Relish February 16, 2015 at 7:39 AM Just awesome Arthur... i have read this many times already... a fav #7

Demetrios Trifiatis February 16, 2015 at 3:01 AM Such a masterpiece of a painting that even the best of Rebrand would pale in comparison, dear Arthur!

Jan Allison February 16, 2015 at 1:45 AM simply sublime my friend:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xxx

Eve Roper February 15, 2015 at 8:29 PM Deep, and amazing write. 7 and Blessings dear friend eve

Njeri Hunjeri February 15, 2015 at 7:03 PM Wow very well penned. Deserves a 7 signature below it:)