The Mona Lisa Poem by Justin Reamer

The Mona Lisa



Looking on the horizon,
From the edge of a balcony,
A man taps my shoulder
And points at the beautiful
Italian woman standing in the corner,
And I see her, beautiful as can be.

She looks back at me,
Smiling modestly with her humble grin,
Appearing very serene in her demeanour.
She peers at me with those brown eyes,
Her eyes glowing with joy and delight.

Her brown hair extends
To the length of her shoulders,
Blowing with the evening breeze
As it blows on her sinewy face.

Her gowns are green,
Her arms are folded,
And she smiles,
As if beckoning me
To come forward
And lay my hand on her shoulder.

I walk towards her,
My heart beginning to beat,
And I then hold my breath,
Anxiety coiling my innards,
But my diaphragm exhales
As I speak my first salutation.

Sunday, October 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is ekphrastic poetry that I wrote about the Mona Lisa. I hope you like it.
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Justin Reamer

Justin Reamer

Holland, Michigan
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