Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Sun Shines Out Of Her Smile


Such a winsome lass

So fine, so fair

That the sun shines out of her smile



And for a while I hoped that she might not hate me

For a while I wished that she might tolerate me

But, no.



Her tiny flaws mean nothing to me

Anyone can fall into a felony

Or three



Just forget about the past because

The sun shines out of her smile.



For a while I hoped that she might not hate me

I dared to dream that she might tolerate me

But, no.



She said she'd rather die,

And not only that,

But she said that I

Make her want to be so very ill

But still...



She's got what no other in the world has,

And if you ask me,

The sun shines out of her smile.

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for One Shot Wednesday

30 comments:

  1. Brilliant! I love the poem and adore the picture A fabulous combination of hope and disillusion.

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  2. lots of opposition and still you see the sun in her smile...knowing about her background, her struggle..good to have that view beyond the obvious..

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  3. An arrest is not a conviction, you know . . .

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  4. i am glad you see the beauty in such a lass...and its her smile the sun shines out of...

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  5. Loving the ones that say that hate us is challenge at it best, I believe that is what you are saying here....bkm

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  6. Loved how the ending came full-circle...

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  7. she so must be hell in the rack...

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  8. The sun shines still
    it's a good thing that some people can see all is not lost

    Hi Shay
    big hugs from the Moon

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  9. I'd say something witty, but I'm still laughing at Rene's observation. Are you *sure* that's her smile you're talking about?

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  10. I will say the young lady pictured speaks the same sign language I speak...

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  11. From a different perspective... could easily be the tale of a teenage girl lost to her mother, perhaps rightly.
    Here's mine ~ WAY different!
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/05/03/beautiful-bees/

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  12. The picture looks like my granddaughter - the attitude too:) Good one, Shay.

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  13. I find that duct tape and a good alibi goes a long way...

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  14. her smile the sun
    ah shucks, since conflagration
    inhospitable

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  15. We often love what we can't have! Great photo!

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  16. love your work





    Warm Aloha from Waikiki


    Comfort Spiral

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  17. We must know the same woman !

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  18. I can only think, "Love is blind"!

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  19. No harm in wishful thinking... :)

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  20. Gosh. My creepy obsessive stalker character was meant to be darkly humorous.

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  21. thoughts painted with words..that again make you crave for more...

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  22. It does seem darkly humorous to me, Shay. :) Sometimes it's hard to tell what is based on fact or meant to be entirely fiction.

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  23. Sounds more like the sun shines out of another orifice ... just sayin'

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  24. Thought provoking and nicely done.

    Anita.

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  25. I also loved the tag "born to be wasted.." your poems, however they fall to the page, ever draw me in... such wicked wit you have. xxxj

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  26. =) Believing in someone against all odds, I really like how this depicted such a quality in it!! ~April

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  27. This is touching...and also cracks me up for personal reasons. I have a photo of me in my early 20s addressing the camera with the same hand gesture. If I find it I will email it to you. :)

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  28. This is the first I have read of your words and I like what I see...I look forward to reading more of you.

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  29. i smiled from first glimpse of the photo to the last word of your poem ~ LOVE it! i take it you're a glass-half-full kinda girl. {smile}

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