Sunday, July 12, 2015

Mimi-Mona Poetry of Love: Premonitory Song

It was me echoing your looks —
look at her, oh wait, look at her,
and look at her, wow...her.
Don’t make me a reflection of yesterday,
gazing into eyes of royalty;
I'm a shining jewel,
one never to be kept,
one loving those heavy breaths 
at my neck, especially
in the middle of the night.
Ignore the clay and
other sculptors will
raise both hands 
to claim and mold.
Turn a half-painted canvas
to the wall
and several artists will
pick up their paints and brushes.
Stop polishing this star
and another master will
embrace the warmth willingly.

©Premonitory Song
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved

(abstract: Lovers, by Marlina Vera)

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