Gioconda, why do you smile confusing the folks and experts? <br />Do you stare at me, for I insist that Sundays follow Mondays? <br />For I consider the cloud as smoke though it rains a whole life? <br /> <br />Is it because I’m a tree hiding my roots away for economy? <br />Cause I work for others who breathe my oxygen at no cost? <br /> <br />Do you smile for we can’t separate the white from the blank, <br />flour from heroine, cinder of fireplace from the ashes of war? <br />Or because a star is dead and shines only from its past? <br />You smile seeing the rainbow that I can’t from where I stand? <br />Or because the thorns don’t let me behead the rose’s head? <br />Is it for the silkworm that saves no silk to dress up itself? <br /> <br />The circle bites its edge, the snake its tail. So do you smile <br />for Bob Straud, sent for life imprisonment at the Island of Birds, <br />curing ill birds and giving lectures to the doctors of the USA? <br /> <br />Mona, is it for the rivers flowing sweet waters into salted ones? <br />Or for the flying fishes of Kitium are neither fishes nor birds? <br />Or for a bank, prompt to lend an umbrella when rain stops? <br />Or for I think that you think what I think? Why you still smile? <br />Do I talk what others have already talked. Is it? Or because <br />I don’t listen up what the others have heard? I think I know <br /> <br />you smile because Aphrodite puts on her dress of nudity <br />and it takes a century for those ten minutes waiting the date <br />when Einstein was awaiting his girlfriend with a bouquet. <br />Yes that minute of Mozart’s birth is equal to centuries <br />when stretched his umbilical strap to make a violin string. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gioconda-mona-lisa/
