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"Eyes of a Statue" & "The Guile of Her Smile"
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"Eyes of a Statue" & "The Guile of Her Smile" |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
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Eyes of a Statue Oh, that I wish those stones eyes could see The appealing, the appalling, thus appearing; that, but a quick snap of fingers might awaken and the gaze quickened by a divine right to merely see. Cool, its touch marbled brilliance, as if flesh was just waiting patiently underneath to be stirred by soulful spoons and stroked with admiring touches of a lover. See - they do not. Feel- they cannot. Once, before they were sculpted they could do both. Was he not God, the artist who breathed life not his own, from a model into this stone? Greatness cannot be cast nor can it be mimicked. So they stare, unaware those eyes of a statue. 2/8/2006 Jeff Feezle ( Caesar speaking to a unnamed bust as he decides whether to accept Cleopatra ) ---------------------------------------------- She wanted us to notice a perfect smile lonely like a dry leaf in winter padding along white plains of snow Softly diffused, the moon shining between smiles. hair dandelion gold eyes powder blue alluring pillowed lips She was the air we breathe married to a tan insane rain dog. They peered thru precious windows into a spirit lacking curtains Her smile was a gallows on which hapless hopes were hung. No one admitted an addiction that was allergy replete with soul sneezes and defeated sniffles nor did they dare link eyes with her or tried to guide her across crawl-stones where roads crossed, and became one. She was searching for a Paladin - they hid their heroism well especially from the Smile clinging to heat from a cold star When she needed a coat, she begged to beautiful losers with their lost ears. She was invited to invade their dreams at sleep, in their waking imaginings. A heart divided against itself cannot love 1/16/09 Jeff Feezle [This message has been edited by threadbear (01-17-2009 01:53 PM).] |
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Callista Member
since 2008-10-05
Posts 63USA |
An extremely captivating idea, the stone eyes of a statue awakened to see by a quick snap of the fingers. Your poem is excellent, and it also started me thinking about "other statues.." In "Guile" I really admired "/her smile was a gallows on which hapless hopes were hung/". And, truly, I admired the whole poem. "The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, |
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