Emily, maybe

there are as many versions of a person as there are souls that person loves.* * * Soul cookies w/ real strawberry cream for those who "get it".* * *

The beaded curtain brushes aside easily,
falling back into place to form the face of
Mona Lisa.

It is the illusion of privacy that allows Emily
solace from all the young needy souls.

She burns for art,
enjoying cheap puns and
Shakespearean soliloquies alike-
for what they are, and are not. No pretension here,
but great respect for the theater of the heart.

The Emily i see, my favorite avatar
hands folded in her lap
imagination focused on the satellites
that sing in her orbit for she is a star.

Author's Note

for all I know, Emily
sadly, I don't.

Reviews

[Emily B]

this was unpublished the last time I came by . . . not someplace I expected to wander this morning . . . an amazing surprise. It might be a little disconcerting to see your reflection in the words of another were it not art for art's sake.

I often wonder how many versions of one person are possible (I suspect thousands) . . . even in our own minds. I'll add this one to my list. It was a pleasure to meet your imagined Emily

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

Hmmm.."The Emily i see, my favorite avatar
hands folded in her lap"... What do you think Emily Burns? ^_^

This is a wonderful piece. Like always, I like the creative honesty a poem offers. The truth is sometimes ugly but this poem proved otherwise!