She gazed on me through pale blue eyes,
Sweet lady in the frame,
Her beauty caught in a flash of time,
Fair damsel without name,
Soft lips of ripe strawberry red,
So vulnerable, so alone,
White skin, pale and flawless,
Fragile as China bone;
Her trussed up golden layered hair,
Coiffured to near perfection;
Jewelry draped about her neck
A priceless pearl collection
Tears I now see in her eye,
This lass I had never met
Her haunting countenance for sure
Is one I’ll nere forget.
The gavel woke me from my trance,
The auctioneer’s voice so bold
“Your priceless painting, Satan,
Is now officially sold.”
Life is like that work of art,
Painted in shades of leaven,
Focusing on the untold riches,
On earth and not in Heaven.
Beautifully rhymed and good advice to take away and think about - - 10 Fay
Captured on canvas the masters touch that held you in a trance twas not the baubles that she wore it was the sad and lonely glance
Thought for a moment it was going to turn out to be the 'Mona Lisa'. but as I read on I realised that her attributes were nothing like the said character. Nicely woven with a lovely storyline. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
golden words and i sure love the way you put this poem togther it made me touch the words and feel it throught my heart amazing writing please never stop.
wonderfully penned lines. nice story embedded. must say I enjoyed it a lot. thanks for sharing. voted 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful rhythm, rhyme and captivating images too! Your message rings so true and I commend you for this fine poem. 10 Karin