The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog
She just stands there
looking at that painting.
She doesn't know I'm staring at her
and not the painting but
her almost see through pink dress
as she gazes at Caspar David Freidrich's
'Thw Wandere above the Sea of Fog.
She can't know that I believe in his suggestive
surreality and symbollism.
Poetry without words,
a mysticism of the allegorical.
Wished I was tall bronzed and handsome,
shallow maybe,
I would let her hear my mind
as I equate her with his vision
but she wouldn't even look at me
as I stood close by
just wishing and staring at
Caspar David Freidrich's painting
and her,
that unknown woman
listening
to the amost see through pink dress
at
The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog
his suggestiveness
was prominent.
(c) JJ
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