The Secret Life

Her chamoisy cape
announced her artistry
fashioning stares
from men
who ought
to have known better.

Her Mona Lisa smile
spoke in tongues
with insouciant disregard
for men
who were
merely amusing playthings.

Her Eva Hathaway affair
plunged her
flailing into arms
of the one man
who pushed
buttons from oblivion.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2012-01-17 at 16:34

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Provocative character study in a poem in which every word counts--and some very well-chosen words indeed.

Always enjoy your posts.
2012-01-19


Hans Bump
Love the language and you had me for the first two stanzas.
The third provided closure, but to me seemed awkwardly formatted.
Very good read but could be excellent with a few things moved around.
Thanks for sharing this.
2012-01-18