Reading Ulysses in Montana #120
A lazy shot of Rose Law gave help to the sphinx-riddled face of Paris Hand in her hard protest, in press, in favor of the prime shoulder.
Paris told Mr. O her spleen was in his gasp–or grasp–whichever he preferred.
Mr. O sighed on his tiptoe a weak breath of fresh air. The mockery in Finland announced his gentle art with a sweep of his muse.
Loose. Loose literature is loud enough for Paris to protest in her youthful deeds. And the gate to the park had talent to spare.
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There seems to be a pervasive Parisian theme floating in the poemosphere lately, to which I have been entirely oblivious until now. I do know with certainty, however, that the mockery in Finland is not something to be trifled with.
It’s a gentle art. Sweeping. Musing. Amusing.
Just now I am noticing the imagery. The young woman seems to have willingly placed herself dead center in the middle of the railroad track, while her mother hails a cab. 😱
Or her mother is hailing the train.
Fun ☺️😊 I enjoyed this
Awesome! 🙂
The artwork is surreal and antique. Is it a popular painting?