Paint to canvas,
I put
Her face on the wall,
Because I had nearly forgotten
How it looked;
I had nearly forgotten
Those molten eyes.
Now they are there,
And her smile is there -
That omnipresent smile,
It is the crescent moon,
And it is upon
My wall.
Beautiful Clovette,
Paint on canvas
Could not do justice to
Beautiful Clovette,
I could not do justice to
Clovette, whose
Smile is the crescent moon,
Whose eyes
Are jasper,
Who I have put
Upon my wall.
I will not forget
Her joy;
How she wielded it
Like a hammer,
How it made
That molten jasper gleam.
I will not forget
That crescent moon;
My beautiful Clovette,
I put
Paint to canvas.
Her visage,
The night sky -
I put
Them upon the wall.
I don't want
To forget
Beautiful Clovette,
To whom no artist
Could do justice.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
