Pure Allure
Look into my eyes
that tell no lies,
do they not hypnotize?
And my swirling
coat of curls,
is that not your unfurling?
Simple and pure,
though quite demure
I am full of allure.
And although
pink of ear,
pink of nose and
pink of horn,
I’m yellow-tagged
and thus
uncharacteristically,
undeniably,
positively
forlorn.
Complex poem. Says a lot. Compassion and sorrow and subtle humour.
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May 18, 2013 at 6:22 PM
Thanks so much, Genie, for your comment and thoughts. Glad you got what I was trying to convey.
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May 20, 2013 at 10:43 AM