Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Niagara Sonnet Fourteen
If ever you were mine, don't leave me pearls,
my eyes brim with tears at your advancing
years, your leopard prints and tango dancing
into the looking glass with whitening curls.
You once were beautiful and sweet,
the men that took your picture held their heads,
they courted with intentions you were wed,
they benefitted you with Purdy's treats—
How momentary is a compliment
unless a woman's character is built,
a castle on the sand is anchored silt—
foundation of a home is wet cement.
Oh now, my darling, do not look at me,
for I beautiful, but never seen.