Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Ritual

Shades of cream, gray, black and burnt orange
Applying war paint
The mirror stares through me
Be the battle fierce
I am garbed and willing to go
Behind the mask
They will not see what is left of me

4 comments:

openeyes said...

"The mirror stares through me"...I love that line....

The Romantic Flea said...

You are so kind...thank you
Blogspot seems to think that I am spam...funny I have been called many things...but never spam...so until they fix it....I may not be able to update :( I am really enjoying this

openeyes said...

I hope your Blogspot problem is solved soon!!!

The Romantic Flea said...

As do I....It is almost funny...Almost
Gustavia