Poetry by Jeff Green

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Searching for the truth

by cricketjeff on November 18, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Each time we met I thought I knew her more
I’d find a way to see a different side
There wasn’t any way that she could hide
But every day she changed the mask she wore
      I never knew who’d let me in the door
      Or would there even be a smiling face
      She told me I was never out of place
      But every day she changed the mask she wore
It seems that we must dance around the floor
Each different tune a different girl to see
I dreamt I’d find the perfect one for me
But every day she changed the mask she wore
      Each time we met I thought I knew her more
      But every day she changed the mask she wore

Author notes

an echo Sonnet, a form of my own, based on a kyrielle sonnet, but with 10 syllable (ideally iambic pentameter) lines and rhymed abba acca adda aa

Like the kyrielle sonnet each of the four stanzas ends in the same line (or a modified line using the same rhyming word) and the first line is repeated as the thirteenth.

About the picture and inspiration

Spiral Studios, Chameleons.

FROM THE ARTIST:

The images from the muse series are all independent entities tied together only by the common theme of the erotic nude and relationship between artist & muse. “She becomes the canvas from which I hang my feelings and thoughts, fears and desires. She is all things to one man. She is the most intimately personal and the objectified impersonal she is my muse.”

From the ‘muse’ series – We play games, to get us through life. We are never the same person for long. Changing to suit the situation like chameleons. We hardly know the true ‘us’ only the us in the now, in this specific moment, we change our colours and keep each other alive with anticipation.”