A lovely face, done up in graceful lines,
A sonnet where the poet bares her soul...
Through these something of what is inside shines
But even so, they're under tight control,
Expressions such as these. Transparency
In art is just a myth. Deep in those eyes
Sketched in with charcoal, much we do not see
Remains unknown. Though naked, the disguise
That is its surface hides from us what true,
Intriguing secrets might be there beneath
Its calm. There's always tension between you
Who apprehend, and those who do bequeath
Such work to future ages. You may think
You know what's going on, but we just wink.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sonnet Dare: The Mysteries Of Art
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Lovely! I love your work and will be adding you to my blogroll @ http://www.poeticexpression.net =D
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Why, thank you, Michele. Going to have to go have a look over there and see what else you've collected!
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