hollywood girl

my attention is captured
by those pregnant brown irises
surrounded by ivory whites
the unblemished skin
aglow in the morning sunlight

my interest is captured
by the slightly bowed head
seductive and shy
self-sufficient reflection
in a cloudless sky

my lust is captured
by the sensual stance
sultry geometry
held aloft
by legs of perfect symmetry

I move on though
because none of this captures my heart
does not warm this frozen lake
the icing is all very fine
but where's the cake?



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2012-04-12 at 18:31

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Ah, you too seek passion. You too are a seeker. This quest for something real, in both your poems today, really does say a lot about our culture, about the near impossibility of touching our primal, animal self, which sounds ridiculous, but I think is true.
2012-06-01


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Good stuff JK. I like your use of the verb, captured.

Joe
2012-04-18


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, J.K.
2012-04-14