Artist Painted All, Even Her Own Fork-Tongue
Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.
O' but then the tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977
Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed.
I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.
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