Louvre Museum in Paris, France
Her Eyes Held My Heart
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It mattered not my direction
Her soft mysterious eyes
Followed each step I took
Until my heart gave pause…
Until I stopped, turned, and
Faced a hint of smile she gave.
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Not just a smile held me bound
In some exquisite thrall whose
Spell I wished not to break
But her face held me there…
Her eyes seemed to hold many
Secrets, or, were they desires?
Her lips spoke to me of other
Wispy dreams unfulfilled or
Too long delayed or forgotten.
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Her raven hair fell easily with
No discernable salon-style.
I stood now in front of Her,
This wondrous Objet d’ art
Where countless others eyed
This marvel of Art and History,
And, perhaps, as I do now,
Fall in love with Mona Lisa.
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©BR Chitwood – October 20, 2019
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I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul.
I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1
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Lovely, Billy Ray…
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Thank you, Bette.
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Oh so sweet and tender! Truly lovely, Billy Ray. ♥
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Thank you so very much, dear Gwen…
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Great poem, Billy. That’s something special about this painting. Her gaze stays with you everywhere you go.
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Thank you, Miriam. So many have fallen under her canvas spell! Best wishes.
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I am sure that this strange portrait has a similar effect on most of the people who visit her… but you describe the feeling very well, Billy Ray…
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So nice of you. My best wishes. BR
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You were lucky to get so close to her, Billy Ray! 🙂
xo
eden
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Lucky? I was the ‘easel keeper’ for the magnificent Leonardo! Hugs, dear Eden. xox
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And the city in which she lives. Nice one, Billy Ray.
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Thanks, good John. My best to the ladies all!
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😁
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🙂
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Thank you so very much, dear Gwen.
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Yes, if eyes are the window to the soul, you fell right into ML’s soul! Nice poem!
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Thank you, good warrior. You’ve made my day. Always my best.
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