Delineation Poem by Jacquelyn Turnage

Delineation



Beyond parted velveteen lips
A dilapidated picket of enamel lies
Partly grayed by the Eiffel
Mostly hushed by the violent sands
Etching the surface and tanning the skin
Leaving its macabre mark
On this man.

Dressed to kill, Gut Angekleidet
Well suited, broad framed
Every post and lintel constructed with a purpose
Providing residence for the Old Man’s soul
And giving simple-sweet curvatures
Though, strikingly in contrast to harsher angles
A place to playfully hang.

A sudden and unexpected flash of wit reveals itself
Superceding the perceived inherent demeanor
Discrediting the staunchly private persona
And giving way to the barely audible Child
An impromptu roar plays prisoner to absurdity
Allowing the shackled and closely guarded guise release
And granting the Historian a dash of poetic license.

(S.A.2006)

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