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Art In A Handbag

by Chris Sorrenti


every morning she creates
on the bus to work
her face a living canvas
by the time we hit downtown
always the same masterpiece

each step in the process
a reach into her purse
with compact mirror carefully aimed
meticulously she applies
the right ingredients

an equal proportion of blush
expertly brushed into cheeks
subtle shade of lipstick
not a spot missed
just enough eyeliner and shadow
to accentuate

by now she knows
every bump and curve in the road
when to pause
for fear of smudging her life’s work

from part-time mom to business lady
in twenty minutes flat
most on the bus
too groggy to notice
save this artist of a different kind
...also busy

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11/03/2012

Posted on 11/03/2012
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 11/03/12 at 07:58 PM

I like how by the end of the 1st stanza you've created, by your word choices, the often shared ride,her studio, with this woman. In your 2nd & 3rd stanzas you focus solely on the instruments and movements of her artwork. LOL, as a woman and a reader, I can see that you've paid attention to these details quite often and show that you enjoy it! 4th stanza shows how she proofreads her text, cleans the paint from her brushes or perhaps swaps dead batteries in the camera for fresh ones... (in pursuit of her art).. .. and I adore your unseen wink winking louder yet in the woman's eyes under it all. It's kind of like how God plays His wonderful games with me, too. I just love this one through and through, Chris!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/03/12 at 11:28 PM

This definitely gives the feeling that you've seen this many times. The stanza that talks about her knowing every bump adds a subtle bit of tension, life from the outside. The poet artist at the end completes this nicely.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/04/12 at 03:54 PM

What a wonderful story.

Posted by Laura Doom on 11/11/12 at 01:15 PM

The sumptuous poetry, I recognize and appreciate; the prosaic art of this scenario is beyond me :>)

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