Susan Baquie Poet Blank verse

The Eye of the Beholder

I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to- five office job
passengers on Melbourne trains
read or sleep
meditate….
or stare vacantly…..
avoiding other people’s eyes
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation

I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to-five office job
a passenger on a Melbourne train
and glanced at the blonde opposite
homely, plump, jaded, faded
a shapeless dress covering her full figure
she sat, staring vacantly
not reading, not sleeping, 
not meditating
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation

through darker eyes
she was a beauty, porcelain-fleshed
her face suffused with light
luminous waxen-white
a moon shining
a lamp, candlelit, glowing
above a floral-garden-garment
……..a living Renoir
a worthy prize

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Muhammad Imtiaz February 5, 2018 at 12:55 AM incredible writings Susan..........you choose a topic, which no one ever think of and you did it brilliantly............. Thanks Muhammad Susan Baquie February 5, 2018 at 1:49 AM Tnank you for your comment Muhammad, it is much appreciated.

Robert Lindley December 11, 2016 at 9:25 AM Superb poetry my friend. You paint with depth and a right fine flourish. A7 Susan Baquie December 12, 2016 at 1:23 AM Thank you very much for your remarks - I am most complimented!