HOUR12
Summer heat
Will you come under my umbrella
to fight against summer heat together?
Please tell me that you accept and maybe
this will be the start of a new relationship.
Maybe the result will be a beautiful friendship
or maybe we will be struck by love, who knows?
Come closer to discover what kind of bond will unite us.
Let’s take chances and try to be happy! Why not?
Hour 22: Black Velvet Night
A finer day,
A ballroom dance,
He sought his way
With his advance.
And false pretext.
She’ll run away?
A friendly smile across the room,
His words help you to fight the gloom.
He reassures—
“You stand there waiting for a coach,
You needn’t leave, I’ll not encroach.
I’ll make sure you’ll get home safe.
I wish someone had done the same
For my own Jewel.
You’ll be okay,
You needn’t cry.
You’re safe to look me in the eye.
Just stay awhile.
I’ll help you smile.
Perhaps you’ll even laugh a while.
Sweet music I’ll provide for you.
You only need to like it too.
Lift up your fan and hold my hand,
Take wing to an enchanted land.
Perhaps a waltz on crystal sand,
Now that we’ll do.
We’ll talk into the morning light,
You share your dreams,
I’ll make it right.
You’ll be home soon,
Look at that moon!
Oh, What a fine black velvet night!”
Hour Twenty-Two
Impossibly white, white skin
Black velvet skirt, cinched in
For whom does she turn her gaze –
the unseen partner locked in her eyes
or the one pulled in by their absence
– For whom does she turn.
The woman will ease out of the corset, release her hair.
The morning birds will trade their songs,
somewhere.
Home is where the heart is
The noise, a high-pitch squeak was always underlying. No matter how many shows she turned on or how loud she turned up the music. She hated it here. This place with held her creative mind and destroyed her happiness. Depression was a state she had grown to know intimately. Secrets no longer hidden from her regretful eyes. Purposely and dutifully she tries to create her happiness and manifest a place that makes her feel at home because ever since she left home she’s been on the path to find her way back.
Fact Check
Facts are mostly irrelevant
Unless they are in your favor
Then they are the law
The loudest voice is always right
Having a HUGE ego is a tremendous quality for a leader
Apologizing is for losers only
All immigrants are criminals, unless they have lots of money
I rate this information – Pants on Fire.
Hour 22
Painted Mirror
Corset makes for a tiny waist
While I pose holding still as I can
Letting the artist fix my pose
When I finally see the painting
It doesn’t even look like me
Skin too pale and hair too dark
But yet something is right in the painting
Not So Pretty Today
Some days I don’t feel pretty
I guess I’n not alone and this feeling is universal among women
My thoughts about this often wonder
And in my head I end up going who knows where
Ohhhhh my
Only I know my secrets
To soothe my heart where my true beauty lies
Maya Angelou
Phenomenal Woman
Wherever I Go…
Wherever I go…
I carry your heart…
As if it is the finest crystal
gently, ever so gently,
In the palm of my hand.
Wherever I go…
I carry your heart…
As if it is a downy feather
tenderly, ever so tenderly
Along the curve of my soul.
Wherever I go…
I carry your heart…
As if it is a precious treasure
lovingly, ever so lovingly
Like a whisper on my heart.
Eve T. Remillard
The Art of Wearing a Dress
I'm using the descriptive text on the Wiki page about this painting, which provides a lot of description. I do enjoy writing ekphrastic poems, responding to the painting's title and description. I feel the Madame in this painting is the kind of Bond girl who would appear in the novels of Ian Flemming.
The Art of Wearing a Dress
spies love a lady
who wear dreses
with a mind of their own
ready to fall
from the shoulder at the hint of a glance.
In a room of mysterious shadow
the skin can sing
a siren song
if the dress possesses
an equally dark soul.