She saw his outline through the tulle,
He thought he saw her smile.
Her sleeves were white,
Her bodice tight,
She glowed with charm and style.
A slender, graceful mannequin
Who hid her burning heart within
The tiers of silk and rows of lace;
Two high-heeled shoes,
One beaming face.
God bless :)
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Many years ago, county music singer Hank Williams Jr. wrote a soong called, Kaw-liga about a wooden Indian who fell in love with an Indian maiden (presumably also wooden) in the antique store next door. That is what this lovely poem of yours reminds me of.
You've given personification to this mannequin, in romantic terms that seem beautiful and sympathetic. -
Lovely, just lovely. The picture painted is done with such crisp, clean strokes. You certainly left a beautiful scene in my mind.
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I love the last line, it ties everything together so well. Very good write, nice to see a positive attitude for a change of pace around here. This site is burdened by sadness most of the time.
Gioia.
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Its a really beautiful poem. While I was reading it I suddenly felt calm. Great flow as well. Very beautiful, good job.
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... wow.
This is wonderful. I've grown so used to the long style of over dramatic teen angst poetry that I'd completely forgotten how beautiful and wondrous simplistic poetry can be.
And this is definitely one of the best things I've read in awhile. Thank you for giving me a change of pace in what I read; I will definitely be adding you as a favorite as well as frequenting your work.
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ahhhhh that was sweat, felt like a nusery Rym. niclely done.
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