Encased in charcoal black mascara
her lake-blue eyes reflect deep shadows
A string of precious opals
adorns her slender neck
Her starlit entrance drives the evening’s fanfare
Her auburn tresses freely flowing
Imagination’s fountain, always beautiful
A visitation to her home in Old Quebec
The greatest hostess in the world
She smiles and chats, a human cocktail
Makes endless toasts to all her guests
with Ecuador Rose, Pompeian red champagne
The party fades to silent swirls
Her oval mirror tells the egress tale;
A life of endless duty, her failure cannot be expressed
To stay is guilty pleasure, to leave is inhumane
Her self-indulgence is an empty page
Like her golden vase deprived of blooming flowers
She ends her task; agonizingly aggressive
she swallows bitter pills, her tragedy in tune
with the window’s chilly curtains, a gauzy act onstage
Crisp autumn leaves now occupy her once grand place of power
Rustling guardians of nocturnal melodies
Night-scene dreams abandoned to a nonchalant harvest moon
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Nancy,
Your poetry always seems to paint such vivid scenes. You are like the Picasso of poets.
The imagery was great and the structure was great and it was most entertaining.
Best for me was:
with the window’s chilly curtains, a gauzy act onstage
Crisp autumn leaves now occupy her once grand place of power
Rustling guardians of nocturnal melodies
Night-scene dreams abandoned to a nonchalant harvest moon
A melancholy slow tale of a life lived dettached. A woman dying to escape, taking selfish guilty pleasures in ways she never should. The ultimate tragedy of suffering in another's paradise. You leave me breathless, Nancy...I forgot how much I missed your works.
The imagery in this poem is very powerful and gripping! The Life of Riley, shall we say, it's everyone's dream, but not everything that glitters is gold! Deep shadows in the eyes of this beautiful and elegant hostess are unexpected. You have done a wonderful job describing in convincing detail the ambiance and the seemingly good life this woman leads. Unfortunately, not everything is well in Tinsel Town!
Do I read this right? I feel this woman is living a life most would be excited to live, yet under the surface the life is empty. She has everything money can buy, but longs for something more substantial. Its sad in a way. Great use of words. Thanks, Anthony
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