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Pale
by Richard VinceHolidays in the Sun do not interest me;
I would rather stay pale as
A phantom that haunts the world.
Black hair and black fabric contrast
With skin, as if I live in monochrome:
An anachronism from the days of
Silent films in today’s loud world.
She, too, appears in black and white,
Highlighted by winter shop lights
And the joy of life.
I wonder if she will be heading south
For winter Sun, or if she is like me:
Happy to remain pale; happy to be
Herself rather than her looks.
11/15/2010 Posted on 01/27/2011
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/28/11 at 07:56 PM An absence of artifice in the stark contrasts of greyscale spectrum, crows have always known the benefit of blue-black sheen and shaded alcoves...much more fun to be had in a tucked away corner of crumbling cornerstone and Victorian sensibilities, where both of you can let the shadows in to dance on the pale expanses of skin and you can better appreciate the blushing tint that is brought to the surface, a bloom of roses in even the coldest of winters.... |
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