Beauty of the faceless seen on Coney Island
I saw a princess sat for a snap
Park rides, merry make, beach - fronts on seashore lines
Wondrous thoughts, wonders
Of what she thinks, in thoughts, she looks to sea
I am not to be, accustomed the privilege of know
To know her thoughts, what's her thought
Cloaked is her thoughts, her worries
Lay benign and unseen, this is a showcase
She is beautiful that is all there is
A fairy princesses on castle tops
With long hair that hangs and dangles
I am not to know her thoughts
Like a mother's worry
Unseen by a child's need for love
I am only to assume, the best
Her eyes may give way
Send signals to uncover her mask worn
I am not to see her eyes
Oh but, what colourful dress she wore
Even in black a' white background, it protrudes
Oh what beauty she holds
Marilyn Monroe and Betty Boo,
Captured in one take, such eloquence
But I am not to see her eyes
Such a nice poem, very descriptive, even the MM and BB mention. Now I think it would take a man to notice the likeness, it never entered my mind. tee, hee.
ReplyDeleteYou saw a lot in the unseen face...nice.
ReplyDeleteBeyond a princess, your lines lead to mentions of a mother's worrisome love and masks of reality. Nice work, Kodjo. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteLove the interpretation of this, you paint an intriguing picture of the passing stranger!
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the prompt. Nice rhythm to it, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely take on this lady of unkown face...bkm
ReplyDeletei think i echo others comments but yes you did see so much in an unseen face...was a wonderful image..happy new year and all the nest pete
ReplyDeleteI can always count on you to see the unconventional beauty in a person or a thing. A lovely interpretation,
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