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Wishing all friends across the Pond a happy holiday!

 

WHITE SHIRTS

 

With white shirts, he said
the pain is that stains proclaim
your ineptitude
in a competitive world
blighting self-esteem

 

Dripped cappuccino
spinach, lentil soup, red wine
are markers of taste
and habitude and hunger
A neat paradox

 

But the choice is smart
even after Labor Day
I said. Obama's
an iconic trendsetter
It comes from the top

 

They suit you, I said
You wear pristine honesty
on your sleeve, or front
You strive against the tide for
the immaculate

 

That's Hope triumphant
You're no whited sepulchre
sporting a dark shirt
You wish the Cloths of Heaven
and Resurrection

 

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from THE TWAIN, Poems of Earth and Ether

Comments 2

 
Anonymous on Monday, 01 September 2014 19:29

To strive against the tide for the Immaculate...Amazingly beautiful. H

To strive against the tide for the Immaculate...Amazingly beautiful. H
Rosy Cole on Tuesday, 02 September 2014 16:32

Thank you! I suspect it's common to the hidden journey we all make, whether wittingly or not.

Thank you! I suspect it's common to the hidden journey we all make, whether wittingly or not.
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