Life's PictureA Poem by Foxemerald~ Life’s Picture ~ Flamboyant earrings that I show, To my eyes are diamonds dazzling, Once revealed a pretty picture, That I see, and- not so, I whisper ~ There can be no fighting with the times, You strange person, can you say that, again? Why not comprehend you, That life is but to hold- A fold, Between which there is interest- And for interest’s sake we must visit, The delicacies to nurture, Of our nature, our life, Which prompts more than zeal. There is a pretty picture, And you call me strange- But life is a piece enfolded, A stitched material that we have but to look at, And say you what? You say you don’t know, why I wear radishes, Why my eyes sparkle at the buzzing bee- So, he stings me- That doesn’t mean I don’t like him, For we can make friends, Even though, I might see him never when he dies after. Yet still . . . Why is the life that we hold so endangered, Why do you fear the variety? Do you eyes deceive you? If I have a bee fetish, And, why should you worry about my fetish? For it concerns you how? I don’t understand how you see it, How you view these pretty pictures, and do not smile, For life, Is but a material between the folds, A treasure- That we often won’t admit we know. There are not certain bits you can take out, To love it is to love it whole, And, if you think me- Rather strange with my odd piercings, Well then perhaps, You need to look again, At the various transactions, Which take place, When you are looking within the fold . . . That you never see . . . Life is a picture, For you to hold even if you think it to be, Just not worth it- Look again, And this time, see it whole ~ © 2013 FoxemeraldReviews
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Added on September 1, 2013Last Updated on September 1, 2013 AuthorFoxemeraldMIAboutHi, So, I see you’ve found me. Since the excitement and mystery of being the ‘anonymous writer’ has been shorn, let me tell you a little more about myself. I graduate with a Bache.. more..Writing
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