Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

17 - Poem by Charles Hice

17NPMMonaLisa
17NPMMonaLisa
She is smiling her secret lover is in town he is her long lost lover from the south she does not dare let her husband knoe he is around. So she does not let the smile touch up her lips. She did not bat her eyes. She simply froze her expression like people do when the Painter hollers please don't move my dear Lady this is how eye wish to paint you now. Then for several hours she keeps this smile. Inside her self where no one sees is he. The reason for the smile is somewhere close inside the city miles. She thinks perhaps he smiles. So the smile gets seen the painter paints it in. Then she gives in to pressure the smile is doing things again. It seems to go but no it hides. The corner of the mouth misses the paint brush strokes. The painter frowns down to the canvas he searches MOna Lisa's face for the smile he thought he painted it but non its Trace is gone now but oh no not ever forgotten so now he turns up the corner of the lip just barely with his smallest brush to get the smile to get the smile to get her smile to see it there once more again but then he lost it there for everyone to see the smile of Mona Lisa one moment there one moment there again then gone. For viewers of Eternity. Davinci won.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 17, 2011



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