My love around poetry .

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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