This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Twig
She was a puny girl,
Who became queen in the modeling world.
She had giant eyes and eye lashes
That were captured in photographer's flashes.
Her hair was always cut short
And microbolant attire she would sport.
She had an androgynous look,
By which the concept of beauty was shook.
Although she was as thin as a twig,
She was the image in her time to dig.
Despite some thought she was bulimic,
She was the icon that young girls would mimic.
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