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Mannequin (draft) (Free verse) by Ranger

Perfect human sculpture Vanity idolised As you pose, waiting For the imminent portrait I will draw, Joints and all I can control your curves, Your polished pine highlights Yet those subtle postures Of yours, I cannot master My picture An exact replica Image of a flawed perfection And I see it and weep As anger grows I shake you Throw you Hit you Your neck twists Limbs at broken angles And with a crack You snap back to life Then you smile at me Though you have no mouth And I pick up my pencil And draw You have won

LilMsLadyPoet 3-Mar-06/8:38 AM
I like this! The last stanza is not as well-formed as it might have been, but overall I like this.




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