Porcelian Doll
Porcelain doll, sits along a wall
So white and fair, with flaxen hair
Eyes of blue, so pure and true
Rosie red lips, with a softened smile
Corset and gown, made of lace strewn with pearls
In and out amongst satin and bows
She sits with others in a big glass case
A blank stare, no expression on her face
Being observed day by day
Wishes she could run and play
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ME | 0 | 09/03/2009 |
| Music man | 0 | 08/27/2009 |
| The mountain white | 0 | 08/27/2009 |
| A wolf in sheeps clothing | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| No Memory | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| Caged | 1 | 08/24/2009 |
| So Beautiful So Sad | 3 | 08/23/2009 |
| Porcelian Doll | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Distant Doorways | 1 | 08/23/2009 |
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