Portraits Poem by David Whalen

Portraits



Portrait limned in words and phrases
Wrap’t round naked lips, pressed tight
As layers of rock
Chin thrust fourth like a scarp of stone
Visage closed tight
As an old rusted lock

Face so spare, of love and care
Gives show to heart cold…
And draped in snow
And from tight, compressed lips
Ne’er let slip
No more kind word then “no”

This will never be
the way for me…
For I cannot but to smile
I have a simple mind
That instead deigns to find
Good humor all the while

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
enigmatic stream of consciousness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 30 March 2013

good humor all the while. I like it. thanks.

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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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