A Portrait for Matisse
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Trussed and framed in thick mud color
lie vienations of hue, close to mahogany.
Lawns upon lawns of different breeds
of herbaceous growth, begin at the chin,
work up a stern straight nose
ending at the temple, where a line begins
showing receding branches of hair,
everything is in order.
Maturity sprouts small thistle outcroppings
in the process of flaking like old acrylic.
One unusually large ear appears
on stage and begins lonely soliloquies.
A little atmosphere then all color stops in white.
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Thank you ThoughtSandwiches I thought this poem would stay alone forever.
pashaw...we can't let Matisse be a wall flower!
It is a dusty little portrait.
like your style of writing! voted up!!!
Thank you mikielikie, I appreciate you stopping by. Come back soon and check out some others!
Hey Jamie--Loved this! Sharing! Hope to read more of you
Wonderful poem excellently matched with the Matisse portrait. I like this very much. Good to get to know you and your work.
Audrey-Thank you. It is exciting when I get a comment on one of my older poems here on hubpages.
phdast7-Thank you for stopping by and enjoying my poems. Jamie
ThoughtSandwiches Level 7 Commenter 8 months ago
hey Jhamann...I have kept meaning to come back to get this last poem...and I am certainly glad I did! I like the image of a lone ear on stage...Great Job! Voted Up, beautiful and interesting.