Dedicated to Florence Galati
The Novelist
You are looking at her
with interest
seemingly smug and
giddy listening intensely
to her stories of
portentous men in her life.
Laughingly, she
captures your intense, curious heart.
She says casually, she
has been around,
she knows what she
wants and expects in a man.
Knowing what they want
and desire, she will play
their costly game,
thus, winning all in the end.
She again throws her
head back and laughs,
gaining attention,
securing herself in a shaky, unsecured
moment of truth,
revealed carelessly during a nervous
conversation drawing
again the attention she craves.
Realizing eyes are
staring upon her body she is
exposed to the greedy
world of lust, a world of
novel making, words of
explicit description
from words she has
spoken in haste.
Quietly, she turns to
me, her long time friend,
looking into my eyes
for comfort, sheltering her
mind from the cruel
words of disbelief uttered,
are her stories
of compassion truth or fiction…
She reluctantly admits
her words are only make believe,
throwing her head back
and laughing again,
as she cleverly
captured us all with her
story telling as only the novelist can do.
- Rhoda Galgiani
Hi Rhoda
Hope all is well with you, I had just went on to see what you wrote about Flo.
Very nice. Take care have a good day.
Frank
(A nice email I received from Florence's Brother...rg)
Free Verse or Unrhymed Poetry Form has no rhyme, no special line length or no special pattern. It sounds like natural speech. It tells a story or paints a picture. It uses carefully chosen words to describe experiences or feelings. It is written like a poem and not like a paragraph. It must make sense to the reader…rg
