woman ought to be

A picture floated there beside her,
beautiful gown
Makeup near perfect.
What a women should be.

She drifted to another
it moved when she moved
smiled when she smiled
blinking, sighing

Another pictrure fell from the scisors
another perfect beauty
blonde hair with bouncy ringlets
blue eyes that haunted the soul

Again her eyes drifted away
black rimmed glasses
pale and plain

but these pictures that floated and fell
from the sharp blades of scissor head
did not breathe as she breathed
or live as she lived.
in fact there was no life in them at all.

How odd she thought,
this dress this hair,
one could not be expected to move

and they contorted themselves
to twists and postions
that could never in the natural world
be real

how odd she thought
this picture gazing before me
breathing and sighing
much as i do now
whose smile is real and beatiful
whose tears are true and pure

how odd that this is not real
not ought what a real woman should be
again she flipped through the galm magazine
and reminded herself with a sigh
what a woman ought to be
once more