The ArtistA Poem by BetanuZweiBeautiful, in this morning glow. On the floor are scattered shards of pure light, maybe glass, or water. On the sheets, rose petal red painting flowers damasked and stinking, sweet and sour. I'm like a magpie, clutching the glistening metal, my Excalibur. The microwave detracts slightly from the work of a genius. But look, here is the masterpiece, made up to the nines, movie star, only silent, Marilyn. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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