Sonny Rainshine

Housewife, Reading - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

You settle into your chaise lounge,
absorbed in a Silhouette romance.

The heroine is chaste,
but ravishing, reckless. She is on a rampage
for Love.

The hero is chaste,
but wears his hair long
so that it flutters in the wind
on the moor.

You look up from the page
and into the aqua ripples
of the swimming pool.
You peer deeply into the depths.
You ask:

Is Love a lie?

Comments about Housewife, Reading by Sonny Rainshine

  • Shane Clawson (11/19/2007 10:29:00 AM)

    This poem is a keeper and it makes the reader think. Second thoughts race to my head. How do you do it, Stuart? (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2006 10:58:00 AM)

    this was really good...i especially liked your last makes you think... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 20, 2006

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