Ruth Walters


Mona Lisa - Poem by Ruth Walters

Is that a smile on sweet lips
or do they sneer?
Her eyes, with shadows deep
look happily content
or do they mock with disrespect
and beg the world to see.

Sometimes they follow me
and sometimes not
for it is hard to tell
just what which way they
spy each person
passing by the frame.

A frame that holds
a beauty men have yearned
and women hungered for
as though it were attainable,
but we know not
for beauty melts away

Deep hues once sharp
may fade and paint may crack
and yield itself to aging
though when preserved
as flowers, pressed,
is never more engaging.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 27, 2013


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