#statuesque
You are made of ivory and gold
Your lips could rewrite history
From but a brief touch
You have rewritten me
Yet you remain unchanged
Porcelain, china, marble or gold
You are timeless beauty
Never to know the ages ruin
Or the terror of slowly growing old
Your hands will not wither
Nor your eyes and dreams fade
You will remain as you did
On the day you were truly made
Nigh on twenty you were made
Not born, but made, to you
And since then, to the world you have not changed
Though inside I do not know if this is true
None can penetrate your façade
Your mask of beauty and charm
You will not relinquish your weapon of a silver tongue
As though you fear the whole world means you harm
You do not know how easy you pass
With wit and boyish charm
Against all obstacles you need only smile
And all your enemies are disarmed
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
The Dower Flower©
It is a misty summer day, the morning rain
providing a sheen on the sidewalks
the temperature warm with the touch of a coolness
My eyes are drawn to a neatly
manicured bush with a bouquet of flowers
freshly awoken from their protective buds
I stand in awe of their beauty and the magnificence
they hold, the expression of vibrancy in their colors
The tenderness they exude softly swaying in the gentle breeze
My walk continues and our paths cross as they have many a time
She is tallish, young with usually longer blonde hair
Most would call her attractive and good looking, even statuesque
I often imagine her to be a model given the varied times of the day
that our paths have interwoven and her stylish and fashionable attire, yet in the midst of the mystique something feels asunder
There is an aloofness, a sense of unhappiness,
never a smile or a warm glow on her face
in its place I feel sadness maybe lonesomeness
My conjecture leads me to ponder and surmise
how someone so young can be so dower
she is the other flower, the dower flower
There is beauty but it is locked up inside
one day my hope is that her bud too will blossom
and she will become the flower she is meant to be
Andreas Simic©
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC