A Portrait Of Myself Poem by Patience Connelley

A black rose, I suppose
With a guitar case that's closed
And a picture of a girl
In a talent show
Her eyes, the setting sun
In a mysterious glow
Her hair, black oriental silk
draped both sides
like the curtains in an theatre
Before opening night
Her lips a hersey's kiss
With caramel in the middle
Playing the guitar to a warm, light heart
Playing Dark Cloud 2, was it, on the Playstation 2?
Her fancy, art and their conceptions
As music. I think
I wonder what she reads to soothe her heart?
Maybe it's Emily Dickson or Edgar Allen Poe, to start.
And quotes from rock music that she takes to heart?
Maybe she has fallen to the fear of furstrations of
Leadership responsibility and love?
I don't think so!
Her skin speaks of supefluous power
And feminie strength only on can find
In the flowers of the amazon jungle
If I am wrong
Let my words crumble
And I will remain
As always humble