Jack Vettriano,
If my pen could emulate such a creator
of the poetry silhouette painted,
Then let my trace
works of Jack Vettriano,
delimitate such pose with shapely words,
That gives gaze and gesture
from the form of characters,
the redeeming lexis
that describes white shirt crinkles,
movement in contrast
to the starched stance
of the static frame,
tour de force of suggestion defined,
such unity in balance
against black and white,
that conceptual wondered narrative ,
In the before and after,
If my pen could work its wonder,
In poetry choreography of words,
Let me paint such a picture of luster
for the carving given to the poetry lover,
in the voyeur tease of verse.
Midnight moonlights rainbow
Hands down in pockets
whilst walking through pockets on rainy nights
Jacket lapel inverted
disturbing stillness in pools of reflection
Looking at the shimmer on black Leather
From down trodden splashes
wet trousers that cling to thighs
in strides of depression
time seeping with thoughts dripping
bathing where love once played in
now motions are leaking
with the mind running
heart bleeding soul weeping
drizzling tears of piquancy
show from dew pond eyes
persisting on through heartaches monsoon
with this dreary scull
the rain beating down
mind spins around in blotted time
this once young lover now the has-been
treading wet boards of flowing muse
when nighttimes rainy curtain
continuing coming timberline down
on this front of melancholy precipitation
highlights gleam from a reminiscence spray
walking on this quagmire
of love zombies fertile downbeat ground
were moonlights rainbow ends
so the curse of nights long howling encore begins
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