Girl with a Pearl Earring

[wildsweetone]

Any thing for you my little Fantail.

that's the first time i've been called a Fantail.

are you going to write about her? please share if you do.

 

[nuthatch]

 

[nuthatch]

 

[wildsweetone]

hi nuthatch and welcome to the Poetry Forum.

i hope you do continue and revise your poem - you never know what pearl might emerge from the shell. (okay, i'm sorry about the pun )

 

[Guest]

that's the first time i've been called a Fantail.

are you going to write about her? please share if you do.

Well, it might ruin the picture for future viewing but here it is.

Boy with Pearl Earring.

Too innocent for subterfuge
Too loved for fear
Caught in the act
At his mother’s mirror.
So often drawn here
He can’t resist the rouge
And pearl and yet
He’s oddly disappointed
By the assembled look
It took courage to apply
The red wax and wrap the robe
Now she is here
Seeing nothing but her little boy
Through the haze of tears
He turns hopelessly lost
Knowing it’s not her fault.

 

[wildsweetone]

Well, it might ruin the picture for future viewing but here it is.

Boy with Pearl Earring.

Too innocent for subterfuge
Too loved for fear
Caught in the act
At his mother’s mirror.
So often drawn here
He can’t resist the rouge
And pearl and yet
He’s oddly disappointed
By the assembled look
It took courage to apply
the red wax and wrap the robe
Now she is here
Eyes brimmed with confusion
He turns hopelessly lost
Knowing it’s not her fault.

BRAVO!

You sure made me look closer.

 

[Guest]

BRAVO!

You sure made me look closer.

Thanks but I think it's just my warped view of things.




Mona Lisa - here I come!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

the thought in her mind hangs
like the pearl of her earrings.
dangling between desire and fear
wanting, to not want any longer
the excitement that sways
as a passionate pearl

 

[OT]

does this portrait bring out the poet in you?

Capurtured
Stll moment
Stern
Want
Yearn

Calm if you
Strong if you
dare
have me
please
be warned
I have needs

 

[Guest]

Capurtured
Stll moment
Stern
Want
Yearn

Calm if you
Strong if you
dare
have me
please
be warned
I have needs

Hey stranger! Stay a while next time.

 

[OT]

Hey stranger! Stay a while next time.

if I stayed a while
would moss grow on my north side ?
mused the bald man made of wood

 

[*Catbabe*]

if I stayed a while
would moss grow on my north side ?
mused the bald man made of wood

Watch out for that guy. I have heard rumours 'bout him.

 

[champagne1982]

if I stayed a while
would moss grow on my north side ?
mused the bald man made of wood

Not neccessarily. You may set down roots though.

 

[Guest]

Not neccessarily. You may set down roots though.

...and sprout something, which might not be a bad thing, baldy.

 

[Angeline]

...and sprout something, which might not be a bad thing, baldy.

Bald is beautiful.

 

[*Catbabe*]

Bald is beautiful.

He is never comin' back now. That was just way too much attention for the little wood dude.

Why does everything I say sound bad?

 

[Angeline]

He is never comin' back now. That was just way too much attention for the little wood dude.

Why does everything I say sound bad?

He'll come back. He loves us with every splinter of his uh plank?

 

[White Warlock]

Girl in the Picture

A girl in a picture
That hangs upon the wall
Her beauty there forever
Never from grace shall fall

A pearl in her ear
A scarf upon her head
Lips slightly parted
A word that’s never said.

Her head turned to look
With eyes dark and deep
Like looking in her soul?
Or her mind that you read?

The girl in the picture
With a pearl in her ear
The old master has painted
But forgot to paint a tear.

AJM

 

[fire child]

Paint my picture...

"Paint my picture, how I look right now,
I'm feeling like my old self a bit.
With Grandmother's scarf draped round
and my gold lame robe Dad found."

Her eyes drew me in deeply,
and I picked up my brush without weeping.
A pure white canvas stood there in waiting
and I stared, the painter creating.

"Paint my picture, tell me which pose.
I want everyone to remember me,
Don't paint the disease, don't let it show.
Paint my pearl earrings, and the line of my nose."

With a sigh I began, just a small dab of paint,
as I tentatively worked my hands started shaking.
The world was losing a rose, a child yet begun,
an actress, a star, a heaven sent dove.

"Paint my picture, bring out the red of my lips,
I don't think I'll be here, much after this.
The standing just so has worn me out now,
I think I'll just go and have a little lie down."

I kept trying to perfect it, long after she'd gone,
the lines that were sharp are blurry and wet,
I can't seem to find the end of the picture yet.
I painted and worked long hours until dawn.

The last words she ever spoke, seem like a dream,
and now the paints an inch thick at least.
But I can't seem to stop, can't quite be complete,
I know what I've lost, and can't find peace.

A golden haired beaty now covering bald scalp,
a sad eyed waif that finally wants out.
The doctors did fail and her memory I release,
I've painted her perfection, I have no doubt.

 

[wildsweetone]

beautiful poetry White Warlock and fire child! thank you both so much for sharing your poems.