Thursday, March 19, 2009

Her Hats



Hats like music hiding her face.
Melodies race
past my logic.
Ribboned magic.

Gauzy glances vibrant flowers
exert powers
meant to deceive
what I perceive.

Lurking under ribbons with plume
eyes speaking doom.
Her hat obscures
dark smile demure.


Copyright 2009 JO Janoski

9 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this, Jo. Perhaps more in the past than today, but doesn't a hat make or break an outfit??

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  2. It's simply amazing what a lady can keep under her hat isn't it? Dan...I think it's the shoes!

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  3. Love the hats and the poem! Spring is here and hats are all the flair!

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  4. Thank you, Olivia! I see you are a neighbor.

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  5. I love the colorful pic. And always love your writings, and very behind.

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  6. Hi Jo,

    Loved the picture, and of course your wonderful poem to match!

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  7. hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....

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  9. My great aunt always wore this little navy blue pill-box hat with a small face-veil... What is it about hats anyway? I look soooo stupid in any hat, but some people wear them with such panache!!

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