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Lemonade Chanteuse
she whispers a bossa nova
through a sultry pout,
eyes drifting into the distance as if
somewhere else
a sadness floats casually on
samba's bubbling wave
her tender sorrow garners tears,
adoration, and praise
with a simple sigh
and a touch of heartache
she explains the world
"love...love....where art thou
oh, troubled love
elusive love
where art thou, my love, my love"
evasive love fills her days
sensualising dreaminess
essential for the stage
love lost, love found
is any of it real for her?
who's to know?
who can say?
other than...
she is an artiste...tres magnifique!
I toss her a kiss, a wink
and a bouquet
as she fades with the dimming
...'til the morrow's evening charade
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Comments
Seren
Mon, 2014-12-29 06:15
Al
This is sadly beautiful, its a new favourite for me I'll be back to read and read again, I really can't see anything I would change, as always its a pleasure
Love Jayne x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
brittle light
Wed, 2014-12-31 10:22
hi Jayne
thank you for your generosity
I'm happy now (happier)
Al
Roscoe Lane
Tue, 2014-12-30 03:43
Exquisite,
Exquisite, i agree with Jaynes every word about change. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
brittle light
Wed, 2014-12-31 10:24
Roscoe
you too, are always so generous in your appraisals
and I'm a very appreciative
Al