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Juliee and the Pigeon
Inspired by the painting of the same name~ artist Van Caerndow
I was shopping for a poem and saw your pouting lips,
Pretty Juliee with the sky bright heavy -laden eyes,
Hair of corn-silk threads spun into candied golden snips,
A carnival of light floods in the room with just your sighs.
What fills your mind, standing at attention, the parade?
Those funny clowns and garish scenes that gesture from the street,
Marching like hollow phantoms the unloved, misplaced and frayed
Do you think you’ll be one more of them, that float below your feet?
Hiding all those fears behind your mask of skin, soft alabaster lighting,
You can not look into your neighbor’s poisoned eyes, across the way,
For that pigeon who flew through the grating, holds a note in his handwriting,
As you free it from its foot it coos, “Juliee Juliee where go your thoughts today?”
Stoic as you read his words, and no matter how straight you stand,
Truth is, you are but another losing lover on her way down to bending,
Because if you were dealt once more a losing-lover’s failed hand,
All you can do is accept this tiny note, as his chosen preferred ending.
I watch your tears begin to dry, after your frozen, wide-eyed cry,
Did the message rolled inside the cylinder make your heart fall in?
Did he cut it right in two, with,”I’m so sorry pretty Juliee but I must say goodbye,
May Time heal the wrong I’ve done to you, and please forgive my sin?”
I want to call to you from the open store door where I stand not far,
Yelling out ” Juliee Juliee why don’t you bring that pigeon inside your room?”
And make him stay awhile behind your self- built cage of prison bars,
Then let me take you by your shattered wing and fly you from this gloom.
March 29, 2011
Virtual Art Gallery Linc Island SL
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