Oh Mona Lisa, you piece of art,
What a beautiful thing you appear to be,
But what really hides inside your heart?
For no one else to ever truly see
Were you proud of who you represent?
Or were you just another muse for someone else's fame?
Maybe you sat with a silent discontent,
As he trapped you behind that poplar frame
Oh Lisa del Gioconda, woman of beauty,
I hope you felt like you should,
As the artist did his duty,
And you became something you never thought you could
-Jack Q, written March 15th 2024
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoesíaCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
