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The Portrait of a Sad Girl-Poem 2
Carol didn't have the elegance or the charming smile
of beautiful Mona Lisa...although being much younger;
perhaps she wasn't the wife of a wealthy man?
Considering her modest dress made of white
cotton, lighter than clouds on a resplendent day of summer;
what made her look a bit too melancholic was her wide frown.
The blank, somber look seemed to delve into a deeper sadness,
she must have been very surprised by her indissoluble surliness;
Robinson painted it in nineteen fifteen when the First World War
broke out, so her mood dipicted that event thinking of her soldier.
A bright background still couldn't make a favorable contrast
with a face that wandered far and seemed completely lost,
but he completed it despite the uncertainty of the response,
he realized that red cheeks replaced the absence of essence.
Entered in Debbie Gucci's contest,
" Ten Picture, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days "
Written on 1/ 7/ 2016
Poem # 2
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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