A Modern Antique

A Modern Antique

A Poem by Hope

Antique hands and painted nails;

  In empty eyes the soul is veiled.

Delicate lace and a porcelain face;

  Such innocence lying senseless-

    It's unable to avail.

 

Artistic style of wooden frame;

  A face reflected that will remain.

Distinctive features not yet agreed;

  But, in being idle there is only self to blame.

 

Faithful ticks and cuckoo birds

  remind our memories of what we've heard.

Neglect negativities of the past and

  move on forward to your future unblurred.

© 2011 Hope


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Added on March 13, 2011
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