Springtime facade shines on convivial tapestry
Monet’s luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity
Within sparkling blue lagoon of dreaming eyes
On luscious lips the petals of blooming lotus lie
Painted on the satin canvas of cute countenance
Designing narcissistic features of innate elegance
With the hues of Dorian Gray syndrome subdued
By pervading pride of indomitable youth imbued.
On the withered canvas the wheels of time creep
The spider of winter weaves web of wrinkle deep
Weary eyes look forlornly at weathered wasteland
Wilted lips lose luster of lotus once luringly grand
Hedonist psyche refuses to accept the fated loss
Even when time comes for the last mile to cross
What is a face if not a metaphor for a panorama
Snapshot shaped in contours of lasting charisma.
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May 1, 2022
For Contest Your Choice 2022
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
luringly, age, analogy, beauty, fate,
Form: Rhyme
Shivering in shadows
Severed from the saving grace of truth
Darkness lingers clutching
In corners deep and dank
Luringly with half truths
In deeper holes of rank
Was it so bad to cast a slur
To pose a threat that wasn't there
To cause a group of hopeful players
to kneel and beg in soulful prayers
What harm could come from causing guilt
To herd them all like willing sheep
Believing heaven waits to tilt
And judge them for their souls to keep
Shivering in shadows
Or am I getting warmer?
Categories:
luringly, confusion
Form: Light Verse