23 września 2016
Poem: Mannequins
Oh, those store mannequins
with their pretty, empty heads
and unending, plastic smiles,
are forever standing, never dead
on their small, well-heeled feet.
As prime examples of fortitude,
they’re ready to make a sale…
at your expense; smug attitudes
can be imagined, as they strike
poses with ease and flexibility.
Do they mirror us, as placeholders
in Life? Having potential energy,
they remain lifeless in display Hell;
what things about us, do they tell?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Store dummies and Prov 16:28; Matt 7:1-5
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
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