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A mystery to solve in a famous frame
Smiling from canvas a story to tell
Oh lady of the portrait oh lady of fame
The painter captured your face so well
Those who study art ponder and ruminate
The enigmatic pose that doth beguile
No brush strokes convey your mind state
All angels inspected of daubed smile
Yet the secret stays ever concealed
Baffling them all lady you assuredly do
Nothing of the puzzle is revealed
So well hidden and never in view
Leonardo da Vinci yielded not a clue
When he masterfully conceived of you
 Oct 2013 Persephone
jdmaraccini
Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose,
we are human and live as one regardless if we are aware or not
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.

We are more than we're taught to believe,
take a slave who is humble, honest, and meek,
conceived in chains that crumble, worthless and weak.
When this slave has a voice to honestly speak,
purpose will be what sets this slave free.

I beg you to question everything
until the truth is alive and heard.
Limitations are not superior
to the little information we all incur.

Hesitation is a noun, not a verb,
take first place instead of third.
Close your eyes to the blinding veil,
all your thoughts are overheard.

I take this cup of purpose and drink,
with all my might I take this flesh and dip my ink.
The wrong is blinded by the light,
I am born to dream in life.
I die from life to finally see,
I think my dreams are born in me,
without this I am nothing.

Life is a vast spiral tangled in the mouth of purpose.
Life has meaning, and purpose is a wonderful word.
© JDMaraccini 2013
the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it's cool.

and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
geraniums
and the half-dressed people
rest there
on the fire escapes
and there are
red geraniums
everywhere.

this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.

it's like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
else.
 Sep 2013 Persephone
Helen
there is no grain of salt
or quote of the day
no kernel of truth
or anything to say
no worthless platitudes
not mentioned in title
or anything in particular
to make anyone smile
There is no meaning
to thoughts a rambling
or reason of being
leaving brains scrambling
don't meant it, don't say it
don't feel it, don't play it
don't kiss goodnight
if the morning light
doesn't include fingertips
tracing skin
followed by moist lips
inviting sin
no apathy against word play
on such a beautiful day
no understanding
just delirious
of a first kiss
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves
Rejoice in the ***** and the roar of onsetting waves,
Then, then, it comes home to the heart that the top of life
Is the passion that burns the blood in the act of strife--
Till you pity the dead down there in their quiet graves.

But to drowse with the fen behind and the fog before,
When the rain-rot spreads and a tame sea mumbles the shore,
Not to adventure, none to fight, no right and no wrong,
Sons of the Sword heart-sick for a stave of your sire's old song--
O, you envy the blessed death that can live no more!

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