I live because in my life
you paint love as surreal art
it’s my bruised heart
scorned, sacred vows of a saint
true lovers’ art
this, you paint…
It appears as me
with altered appeal and
tints of pain,
tainted in taffeta’s
crisp and stylish
Primped and fashioned, contour of course
My soulful eyes
fitting for a muse
my lips are shut,
and my finger pressed
against a smudge messed
I want to shout
let me out of this demure affair
In that case, I pleasure in my nails
Hand splayed, what’s red is green,
Revlon’s recipe
on sharpened tips
secrets we keep, and so what
if my complexion pewters
I’m just an object
An object of veneration
where pain and beauty coexist
Gone direly insane, you’ll find out
I am a photo finish, a diarist
reclusive in my personal struggles
and creative expression
and in this I conclude
that I’ll outlive you
in solitude
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously.
She is none other than Anne Frank,
Whose mettlesome life prematurely sank.
With Hitler and Nazis came to power,
Persecuting Jewish people out of rancour.
Anne's family moved from Germany to Netherland,
But unfortunately became the subject of persecution.
Soon they moved to a secret hideout,
Finding no other alternative wayout.
However one day came the bolt from the blue,
Her family became the captive of World War ll.
The Germans took them to the concentration camps,
Father got separated, mother died of starvation.
Emaciated, shivering body and infected with scabies,
Anne's ebullient life began to cease.
Head shaved, strip naked and hard to recognize,
Anne ultimately embraced death with dreamy eyes.
William,lived and died in Perth
Buried now in Scottish turf-
Diarist,poet extraodinaire
I do declare...lived a life of pain
Yet..lasting fame lies in his cinquain
tribute to my favourite Scottish poet -William Soutar
See and hear more on my blog today Aug 11th
William,lived and died in Perth
Buried now in Scottish turf-
Diarist,poet extraodinaire
I do declare...lived a life of pain
Yet..lasting fame lies in his cinquain
tribute to my favourite Scottish poet -William Soutar note
my book of over 100 of his cinquains FLOWERS OF LIFE (isbn 1 903203 473) 10$ remain available to buy
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