Friday, May 27, 2016

Bun*

Bun*

Sometimes when you turn
Aside your head
And your silken hair
When you wrap and fold
Like a muslin as if, when
You that hold,
Upon your head,
Pinning it perfect,
Simple yet stunning,
When it reflects
Light , so glossy a feel,
When you emanate,
How that has given
Themes for many
To paint, to scribble,
To turn it into something,
Even more a Beauty,

Without it,
You wouldn't have dressed,
Without it,
I wouldn't have been a poet,

Without it,
An evening
Can't be
Fascinating.

(*Note: upon a painting based as attached; courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni, Alex Artista)

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