They looked milk toasty and washed out -from that perspective,
in that proportioning to the hubbub of the day. Tacky and fake
from afar. I did not look closely. I did not see their exquisite brilliance.
And they are the most miraculous of the bunch. I came to the alter
with assumptions. I missed them. They slipped my eye. I gaze upon
them wondering what happened to my acumen on those. And hope
it's all there plus some next time. I think. I muse. I ruse why.
Is it true you OWN the ORIGINAL copy #1945 of Mona Lisa? What a treasure! ! bri ;) btw, 'slip of the tongue' is an idiom meaning 'A small mistake made when speaking' (cont.)
A very entertaining poem, Julia, a poem to my heart. A greatest luck I did not miss this excellent poem. A 10 Full Score and much much more! Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.
I love this analogy of my poem to that kind of 'gem' that could slip by one and what could be a greater compliment! All of my appreciation! Thank you so much!
We miss treasures that are in front of us all the time. Thankfully I didn't miss this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) An example of a 'slip of the tongue'...in more than ONE way, perhaps....could be (said to) An exampl a woman by a man) : 'I LOVE YOUR BREASTS! '...he meant 'I love your dress'