- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Painted Dream
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Click hereCopyright Feb 19, 2004
What if I could be
The woman so lovingly
Painted in each
Captured in mid-reach,
And what if I could be
The woman seen beseechingly
Mouth the words of love
Frozen in paints, beauty of the dove
He tells me with each stroke
As he paints my flesh with yolk
How much he cares for me
Though I exist not in reality
That I could gain the flesh he craves
Released by this canvas that enslaves
Hold this dear man to my breast
Give him my all, my very best
But, alas, no magic in this canvas
Just the paint and brush; still soulless
And a dream of a woman yet to be
That kills him each day, cruelly.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoJust that image of the ideal woman drawn
Oh so near and never to be reached.
YDDabout 20 years agoI find the theme and image interesting,
but the meter and rhyme slip occasionally,
the rhyme particularly near the end.
I wish the last stanza was stronger
so that the wrap-up could support the entire poem.
Tathagataabout 20 years agoand sad.
I see the paris loft where he paints her....
a very nice poem
Thank you
