A Question to Debate: Did I or Didn't I?
I just hang aroundletting you look at me
no objection at your stares
incessant glares
constant discussion
about my eyes,
my smile,
wonderment of what I did
just before
or was it after?
No one will ever know
what made me glow
except my own true love
who put it there
with his delicate strokes
his feathered touch
his utter brilliance
that made my oval face
of homeliness
forever memorable
to all the world
as I just hang here
watching you
gazing upon me
not with erotic desire
but wild curiosity
what would such homely
lips, drawn lines
with colors caked with care
to make this ugly fair
how much, what willingness
beneath these garbs to do
as I smile wanly at you
not cognizant of my plight
and you are right
for you will never know
if I would ever go astray.
It is too late for Leonardo
nor can I speak
through muted lips for him.
I simply watch
through Mona Lisa eyes
you guessing all the while
whatever you surmise
might mean
my Mona Lisa smile.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-22 at 01:31
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