The Tired Tassel Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Tired Tassel

Rating: 5.0


Mesmerizing green,
mixed with deep dark red,
the result has never been seen,
it could be dusty dead,

dusty dead,
what is that? !
painted with a spinning head,
ends in too dry to watch at

no concentration on the subject
not correct to follow this track,
the only way out,
never shout
paint when the inside of the head turns full glee,
result is a little wet paint upon me,
great silken look,
celebrated with
mesmerizing green,
mixed with deep dark red,
no more twisting in the inside head,
victory forever,
sure, never dead!

© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Wednesday 14 April 2021

The Tired Tassel
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: tired,green
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the poetess is also a paintress
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 15 April 2021

Yes, it is time to do some introspection and identify what to correct. Great write.5****as ever.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 14 April 2021

A one of a kind and lovely poem. Beautifully crafted. So mellifluous when read.

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Captain Cur 14 April 2021

The beauty of life and living vividly painted in your words! I really liked your color choice!

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Sylvia Frances Chan

Sylvia Frances Chan

Jakarta, Indonesia
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