I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 April 2009

Verse Portrait 73: Best Be Nameless!

She’s an offence
looking to be taken,
a deprivation
eager to be felt.

He puts his foot in it
innocently again,
is surprised again
by the sudden
sobbing reproaches.

Petite, shapely,
curly blonde
she looks happy
and as pretty
as a Christmas angel.

She looks sweet,
All she wants, she says,
all she longs for,
is her father’s love.
She stabs him repeatedly
and twists the knife.

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