Stranger

A poem for "The Lady in White" contest

Stranger

This lady in white

A stranger indeed

But strange aren’t we all

When our true nature is seen?

 

She has no idea

I’m inspecting her so

As to give me ideas

For this poetic flow

 

Would she blush under my eye

As I find things to boast?

Or curse as I violate

This memories old ghost?

 

But it all matters not

For a stranger she is

And stranger am I

For dwelling on this

 

But if I must tell

Who I think she may be

Then let me break from this rhyme

Now hmm... let me see...

 

Her name is Beatrice and she is in her twenties here. She loves to play badminton and bowling (but only bowling on Thursday afternoons as it is when Clarence can be seen is his, what she calls: “sexy man suit” waxing and buffing the lanes). She likes chocolate, but mostly only if it is malted or German. She is wearing white because she likes its contrast to her skin color and thinks it makes her look notable, for a white dress says that you are privileged and about to attend an affair of importance. Also she wants three children, two boys and a girl (just like her grandmother) and she wants to marry a philippino man because she thinks they look exotic and beautiful...

           

 

Then again... maybe this is really a picture of me at a costume party a long time ago that I enjoyed WAY too much to remember...   

Reviews

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This is truly comical! I love the originality that this poem exudes. Great job! Keep exercising your gift.

[Hoshi Nami]

I like the voice that is portrayed here- it reminds me a bit of Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland). Very well done, and done differently (and originality is always a plus). Bravo.

[Kimberly Smith]

wowowowowowowowowowow.
love it love it love it
the way you broke the poem in pieces for us the reader to wonder why this stranger?
A stranger indeed
But strange aren't we all When our true nature is seen?
then its you lol..love it just brilliant work keep it up