by Sabina_Tolchovsky
...the glamour stops.
Some good ideas stomping away in this parade!
Really enjoyed this poem,
some lovely wording,
I loved
Beyond the painted smile
and tissue paper surface.
So much said with just a
few words.
Loved it!
Thanks.
~ J
Can't help wondering:
The men that look at me like meat.
Could be tightened by dropping "that."
~Syn
sometimes its just impossible not to stare
I once went to the tulip festival in Holland Michigan and there was a parade and I'm sure they had a tulip princess which I don't remember but you know I did see this babe standing on the corner -- just kidding sort of
good job describing the crowd at a parade - I liked the cotton candy fingers - clowns - glare over the princes - some really nice images
I am saddened, however, by your disdain for the crowd
I enjoyed the way this poem flowed, the unveiling like a curtain drawn back slowly revealing the subject <Grin>
also a colossal effect......often times what is underneath the skin often doesn't carry any weight. also, the title says it all. very nice........don
I don't know how I missed this one, but I'm glad I followed the crowd and got to read it now. This was a wonderful poem, Sabina. My favorite line among favorite lines was,
"If they only knew what lurks beneath this skin". Sure gave MY skin goose bumps when I read it! <grinnin'> This was filled with dual observations of the parade and the woman who was the sole parade for her lover and the other men. Unique and somewhat coarsely descriptive at times, this was My kind of poem! <wink>
Vixxx
Oh, she's an explosive one ~
not so quiet
not so innocent
just touch her and you'll see
what fun her parade brings.............
Cues in this are timed to perfection, a confident knowing as you waltz through life exuding a radiance that men admire and the dancing below the surface of darker thoughts and deeds. Damn fine writing.