Poetry – Page 32 – A (wise) man of two faces

Protestor

Two opposing souls who
cannot see the common way
are destined to fail.

An elective
too selective
mars reflection,
breeds rejection,
warps perspective.

A jacket and tie,
shirt pressed to perfection, but
his face is wrinkled.

Ah, my belle,
all’s not well;
your bouncing knee
outs your anxiety –
it’s your tell.

A heavy burden,
there’s no load on his back, but
he struggles to stand.

A life in turmoil,
but he was her salvation:
the calm in the storm.

I love girls
with mounds of curls,
and romantic flirts
with frilly skirts
who take them for a twirl.

Blossoming greenhouse –
the world explodes with color,
leaving me breathless.

Sun-kissed skin,
generous grin,
gentle hands
with a wedding band –
world’s smallest violin.

The radiant sun
who smiles down upon us, and
warms our frozen hearts.