still life
olderman
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robust apples
golden pears
on a still life table
in a still life room
on a still life afternoon
reflections in the painted eye
the brush, oiled within and without
creates the scene so full of life and so empty
so real and unreal
as were the tears my father cried
when my mother was laid to rest
as were my tears in my reflection in the mirror
when my first love took her leave
so were the tears streaked sherry's lovely face
when i had to say goodbye
rivers of tears cried now
by the love of those whose souls
are taken in battle
for the love is testament
of a patriotism not yet vent
not yet revealed
so tender
lost
these are but a few sill life moments
painted on my soul
like the sunlight
of a late afternoon
in an ancient room
on an antique table
upon which the ripest fruit
sits in an azure bowl
golden pears
on a still life table
in a still life room
on a still life afternoon
reflections in the painted eye
the brush, oiled within and without
creates the scene so full of life and so empty
so real and unreal
as were the tears my father cried
when my mother was laid to rest
as were my tears in my reflection in the mirror
when my first love took her leave
so were the tears streaked sherry's lovely face
when i had to say goodbye
rivers of tears cried now
by the love of those whose souls
are taken in battle
for the love is testament
of a patriotism not yet vent
not yet revealed
so tender
lost
these are but a few sill life moments
painted on my soul
like the sunlight
of a late afternoon
in an ancient room
on an antique table
upon which the ripest fruit
sits in an azure bowl
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
it's good.....
it has something withheld....just like a still life....I would hope
is 'sill life moments' misspellt purposely?