He is smooth; he’s smart.
What I think of him
Daring say I must.
One has what the other lacks-
That’s how prejudices always come up.
Swimming in
Letting go
Running dry
And diving into it again
Is it lucky, is it wise
Comparing souls of opposed kinds.
Tenderness and indifference,
Togethernes and solitude
My spirit, my skin…It’s smooth, it’s smart;
It’s evil and it’s holy;
It’s deviant and it’s passionate.
My eyes see only one
Whole world,
Full of creatures.
At times sharing,
At times struggling…
Just like my cells
And my thoughts inside.
© By Dulce Rosales..................................................Paintings by Gustav Klint
6 comments:
He is not scared,
knows that the truht walks to its side,
his past is dead.
He lives in freedom.
You are in a mistake.
You must clean your thought
and to march finally by some new way.
But he wants free
your capacity to decide,
and would respect your steps.
Anyway your walk will be brilliant
for ever and ever.
This is its hope.
Shades of Dorothy Parker. Bravo!
I like it ! Marvellous.
~Silver
Reflections
Thank you Gerry. Thank you I've met lots of sites about poetry and I love Doorthy Parker!
Thank so much, Silver. I love your BLOG!
Now Dulce, THIS is GOOD! thanks.
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