Stand there, he told me.
Look up, try not to move.
So I stood there
while he painted me in half-profile,
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I liked this a lot till I came to the last line, (which could be rewritten?) - the style of which is suddenly formal and stuffy.
Quite a nice poem Paul, you are quite good at creating these atmospheres. It leaves a lot unsaid, and leaves it to our imaginations to figure out what the subtext is. Something emotional is going on out of view, but I don't think you have given us enough to guess what. And maybe that is how you want it left: more about the emotion itself rather than the cause. But for me this intimating something but not saying and no way to know, is a bit distracting, I think I am too curious for my own good. lol
it's hard to keep still...and it's hard to forget....poignant write....
Paul, one thing I have grown to expect from your creations, is your natural ability to create such wonderful imagery in your writes....your poems expand the mind.....keep penning my friend
A master of English once told me, a perfect writer never gives the reader too much; it's those words that are left unsaid that say everything. Now I know exactly what he meant. S :)