monotones
drone in a gallery
hushed whispers
buzz about without adjectives
and then a laugh
a canvas
seasoned gray
with a violent
splash
of red
hangs
on a wall
painted
egg-shell
a dour Dutch
portrait
of a bowl
of brown eggs
two dead fowl
a tumbled glass
of ruby port
and a Burgermeister's
daughter shedding
a gelid tear
poised
on her blue-green
cheek
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Purrrrrrrrrrrfect title for you! You are always so apt in your words and ways of discribing something. You are far too intelligent and have too bigger brain for me, you know *sigh*
There is so much more to her than what my eyes first see and yet I want to know more about her.See you have a way of doing that. Drawing the reader in and holding them in your hand, so they are constantly thinking about what you have written (well this reader, anyways). I love the images you always seem to portray.It doesn't matter if I don't fully understand you does it? It's just good you make me think and I thank you for that.
You make these sound so good.
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