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Open Poetry #45

Isabel's Retort

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2009-11-15 04:26 PM

Isabel crossed her knees on the sofa couch
Shoulders slightly trim,
Her light rose lipstick
Shadowed the magazine
She had been reading that Sunday afternoon.

The living room rotated its curtains;
Colors from each picture, each cloth,
Quilting the palates
Of IsabellÕs room
Like the petals of her garden
Conversing with the sun in her backyard.

Each page she turned,
Her eyelashes moved
To the keys of the piano
He use to play
As the night turned
And her hair rested on the sofa
To plush lips of wine

To a tune on her mind
That never left, Sunday afternoon.

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2009-11-15 10:17 PM

I found Isabel a very interesting subject.

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